Petallurgy

There's something so enticing about a rose in bloom, a simultaneous symmetry and lack of convention in its form. I bought a dozen roses on impulse at the grocery store the other day, when they were still tightly closed buds, because I was intrigued by their unusual rust color. They've put on an astonishing display since then, the petals slowly unfurling, no two patterns alike. It's as though there's an entire galaxy in each flower and I'm standing on the edge of time, watching the universe unfold. It's beautiful.