I am not yet illuminated, standing in the garden of an old nursery. It's raining and I'm not complaining. The rain chops up the dry earth and monotonous sunny weather easily and just the same. My mom, she has the umbrella open but she hasn't noticed that she's standing under an overhang. I want to buy some plants for my apartment, so I have something to be proud of in this overpopulated city. The daisies stop my ranting mind as they dance wildly. The daisies' petals are twitching spontaneously with each rain drop that hits them, it makes me smile. I buy them.