In the dark, in the window, in its tiny pot the orchid grows.
The angles and edges we hardly notice while the orchid works to inhabit its small space.
And for us no different, the quiet stirrings, the browned leaves, the worlds we occupy for just a short time.
We are all making the most of our place, to make these blooms.
The orchid sits fixed in its pot and for me no different, that I could just change my position
or learn how to grow in the dark.