A rose sits in a transparent and blue-stained glass vase. Behind it sit a string of fake orchids, and a calendar with a picture of a snowy tree in streetlight after midnight. There is nothing more calm and perfect than this right now. The rain is gone for now, but it'll be back soon. The world can be contained in a vase and the petals of a white flower.
A red scarf, Wellies with the New York Times posted over them, bag in hand, rushing down the streets because the time has run over. Lacking a p-coat for the winter evening, but moonlight shining and casting shadows where there are no streetlights.
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