this flower is bursting with tiny pink buds. and on rain days water collects in the palm of each leaf.

lately i've been thinking about the way i see things, the way i decide things, the way i make use of what i see and how that determines judgement. why do certain things seem 'ugly'? is there an accepted standard for beauty? what is the function of beauty? 

i keep looking over my shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse at something i am missing. and i'm always surprised.