Years ago, back when i reached the height of my innocence, I recall being in a garden shop with my father. As we walked in I remember being taken back by the aroma of the garden shop. Roses, lily’s, daffodils, etc. We were surrounded by what seemed like billions of different variations of flowers, diversity at its best. My father was in search of some sort of tool, so I became bored and drifted off as all children do. Then right there in front of me was the alluring presence of the periwinkle. I was quickly captivated by the lavender color and i thought ” how peaceful”. It danced as the wind passed a cool clam breeze. The loose strands in my hair must have felt compelled to move because they too danced with the wind in unison with the periwinkle. The movements of the leaves exemplified a beautiful kind of peace. I glared at the periwinkle, eying its every detail, becoming acquainted with it, and becoming one with it. My father tapped me on the shoulder removing me from the trance, and asked ” ready to go?” I stared at him for a moment, with a genuine sincerity omitting from my eyes, as if i were in distress, as if i were on the brink of tears and said “Daddy can I please have this?” My Father must have felt the bond because without hesitation he said “yes”. Just like that my first encounter with beauty, with love, and with peace was in my possession and it belonged to me.