the little green plant that holds the windowsill scene together has lulled me into a false sense of security, and then astounded me. i have a white flower!
no longer limp just-greens efforting through cracked peat and trying to push through the glass to reach something. a flower!
it panicked me and i felt guilty and i watered it, because chance is but a hidden real and opportunities should be nurtured. a flower, i say!
this would make sense if you knew what was about to happen tomorrow.
