Sometimes you need to stop and smell the flowers

Anna brought home some pretty flowers a few days ago: yellow, which is a favorite color for Salim. They are in a nice, slender cylindrical (and not tapered) vase, and sit either in the bedroom window (where I can leap onto the bed, thence to the night-stand, and finally to the window-sill) to sit next to them; or they sit in the kitchen, where the strong winter light catches them in the mornings.



(This photograph is not of me.)