February 13: February afternoon sun

Back at the park today, the sun was shining over a ridge through the bare branches of the trees in long, pale streams. The trees were so tall, their shadows stretched across the ground forever. Early on I noticed that when the wind would blow, seeds spiraled down, spinning slowly: maple seeds, just now falling from their heights. Later, fluff from the balls that compose the sycamore's seed dispersal system was floating through the air, all of it shining specks flying through the sun.