I was seated by the window of this cafe and had company with these beautiful, hidden flowers. They had the best view out on a quiet street of a busy city. Observing the every day like little cats who sit by the window. Wondering what others do when they walk by. But I am romanticizing this observation. I’m sure the flowers are in equilibrium to be near the sunshine, to gather their energy and continue forward as how they were meant to. Little petals fall as time progresses on. Little nuggets of reminders that nothing lasts. Maybe it was me who observes like cats by the window; looking and understanding how the outside world works. Maybe we all are.


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