On a Monday morning, I woke up to find that the world had renewed itself. Things seemed exactly the same at first glance but when I looked closer I noticed that it was made out of awe-inspiring fragments of thought…images, feelings, magic. I knew that I’d need forever to discover it and piece it together. To understand it. Music permeated the space in between everything. And time was a concept discarded long ago, on a Sunday. Love was the only currency. It is how these flowers ended up beside me. Their colour and form filling the air with beauty.

Someone had tied together a thought of me with a feeling and recreated reality by adding the perfect accent to a brand new day, permanently changing its trajectory.