Today was different.
I had filled the watering pot like yesterday, and the day before.
I had prepared my prayers and made peace with time.
I had smiled up at the sun and breathed in the freshness of the winter mist.
A beat skipped, a breath held, I stood awestruck.
Could the distance between dream and reality be so beautiful?
For my imagination had fallen gravely short of your magic.
I witnessed you in full bloom.