And on the third day of the new year, I woke up to flowers.

[wanderlustlover]

I haven't been given flowers in a long time. They are soft, graceful and remind me of sleeping rainbows. Buds closed gently, less tighter than in their midnight, having moved only into an upward position over the cause of morning sunlight. How sleeping flowers manage to be so aching beautiful in the quiet pause before light will spurn forth, opening into the light.

A tenuous, wild, hope for terribly fragile ideas.