Field note: Blossom Spark

Morning still lies low over the meadowland, and the grass carries dew.

Today I come across a Blossom Spark — round · starlets · horns.

Sparks leap when they are happy. At night you see them from afar — by day you only hear the crackle.

If you want to meet one yourself: Meadowland. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

The next one appears tomorrow — a new species every day.

Earlier notes