As soon as I finished writing last night, as if the world had read my mind, My came on Skype. We talked for an hour or so, and then i went to sleep.
Today, the Sun came down to London to say hello, & let us know that the bitter cold is only our Winter fellow & there isn't too much longer to wait. And in the evening she is a reminder of a silver lining that we make with our own hands, & our own greedy eyes, the image that no photograph can capture, no film, and blazes at you from the window of a 6th floor, the point where the Sun greets the thick City smog somewhere in the distance and they dance for a while, and for a while you have eyes only for, only for, brilliant purple twilight.
And then you know.
Orchid.
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