In the spring of 2016 when the flowers were in bloom my daughter had a near-fatal brain hemorrhage. She had emergency brain surgery, was in ICU for several days and then had a month long stay in the hospital to recover. She relearned to breathe, eat, and move. She doesn’t remember most of this. I spent nearly every night sleeping by her side for this month. During the day I took breaks and would walk to the flower garden in front of the hospital and stare at the flowers. It was some kind of sanity maintenance. I imagine if you had just come out of solitary confinement, you would turn your face to the sun to soak up warmth again.