parallel, lime, owl

 Parallel universe: curb in the sky.

Lime flower petals  are all over the place; they rush by in the wind;  they curl up on pavements and in gutters like shreds of pale tobacco. The winged seeds, still green for the most part, remain on the trees, waiting to fly when the sap loses its grip.

"What's an owl in Russian?" says a young woman to the child with whom she is walking.