How surprised and delighted I was to have seen your photograph of this little gardenia still fresh amidst its shiny dark green leaves… and then so humbled to discover it just days later, having traveled hundreds of miles, still headily fragrant and white and pressed in a book for me!

And now I’ve come to know for certain that flowers speak to you, Dear One, in a way they do not speak to others; and so surely you knew that this one did not mind sacrificing itself to bridge the distance and let us share a little joy.

It has been such a short week full of infinite moments. Touch the flowers for me, wherever you are.