|... in the slightly menacing heart of a flower, brimful of pollen and darkness.|
|... in the way stamens and pistil fuse together, exposed and laden with stickiness.|
|... in delicate colours, pink and grey blue made strong by the cluster. Edible, juicy, like a crown.|
There was a flowering plum tree under which laying down for a rest was a gift.
Much beauty and much joy, and my body behaved remarkably well.