I'm on Boardwalk Street on a fine spring day that is so inspiring, a shadow seems to have given birth to a 3D bud-bearing branch jutting out from a wall of a fitness center. I welcome this beautiful illusion. At the moment, this will function as a comment on (almost) everything. --and now, just as I was about to drive away, a bud of the illusion loosens and falls onto the hood of my car, becoming at some point in the loosening and/or fall and/or landing, a tiny egg, because what could have been a shattering instead was a hatching, a tiny golden winged ant as a flower of illusion.