it feels so good to be surrounded by flowers again. you’ve come to the farm to pick your own dahlias and peonies, but they’re so beautiful that you almost can’t bear to cut the stems. you’re  the only one here apart from some birds in the nearby trees, who feel safe enough to really sing out their morning conversations. you trail your hand through the leaves and flowers, scattering droplets into the dark earth. from the next field over you can smell the slowly rising sun on the tomato leaves. 

everything around you feels so fresh and new, like it’s never quite woken up this way before.

notes: tomato leaf, dewy cyclamen, lilac buds