Day Eighty-Four

I walked in the end of the rainstorm all the way to the market.  There was mist on the hills all around the town.  

From the corner of my eye I though I saw a Flame tree with bright red flowers, but when I turned to look for it, I didn't see it.  The rest of the way I looked at all the Flame in the Forest trees on the side of the road, but saw no flowers.

On the way home from the market, lost in thought, I saw a kind of grass with purple edges, like the kind that grows near the ocean where I grew up in Africa.  It snatched me home for a moment.

Turning a corner in the road I looked up to see a Flame in the Forest tree and the first of its bright red flowers blooming out.