She is going to find herself when she is meant to find herself. In the wrong or in the right place. In this space or in the next. Today or tomorrow. Tomorrow is drowning drunk in love, in inspiration. In the things she cannot understand, But there will always be something happening to her, and something will always be changing her. Something to bring herself closer to herself.
She will continue, she will endure and grow. And the way she will see the world will be nothing more, but a reflection of herself. And all at once, the search will be beautiful.
The birth of a flower is one to remember, the moment we all pay attention to her bloom.
“Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. There are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”
As pretentious as it may seem and as suffocatingly crowded as it gets, the San Francisco Ferry Building Farmer’s Market is a tourist trap I’ll gladly fall under over and over again. Even if it costs me a few more dollars, buying fresh, local ingredients, meals and yes, flowers, it’s worth it – my taste buds agree, while my wallet, not so much. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, the Ferry Building is swarmed with food stands, farmers and my personal favorite – the flower folks.
These beauties are from a little stand that was set up to the left of the Ferry Building entrance and was packed with massive sunflowers and the most vibrant dahlias I’ve ever seen. $20 for 6 bundles, which had around 3 or 4 stems each – not bad and they lasted for a solid week.
It’s amazing the world of difference fresh flowers can make in brightening your day and the Ferry Building Farmer’s Market is at the top of my list for my weekly dose of sunshine.