8 AM and the first thing I see is my purple plum wall in the bedroom. The morning light dances on the wall, caressing the delicate flowers of my pink azalea. Slowly, the ray of light moves to the right, leaving the little red Ikea lamp in a cone of shadow in glorious jewel tones.
The azalea will not survive the last hot days of May, so I may as well enjoy in while I can. Sunbathe, my lovely, and spread your beauty into the room quietly, without asking anything in return. Your splendor is vivid in my heart.