The last dance in September under the full Harvest Moon.
I remember planting this very seed one-hundred twenty-three days ago, precisely.
Never knowing the beauty that just one seed could bring, I prayed so closely to this one. So many nights spent dancing with it in the dark. Countless were the thoughts at 3am, thinking of the growth and the beautiful blossom that would hopefully and eventually come.
Tonight I celebrate and dance with my special flower on the nearly last day of September. Imagine a beauty that not only surrounds but truly includes.
With every step in these Midnight Sunflower boots, celebration.