Found Here.

I found this ceramic rose in a boxful of discarded art-class rejects that I stumbled past on a walk home from Kits a few months ago. I couldn't love it more than I already do. It's the perfect coral offset to my otherwise green desk, and the petals curl like inquiring tongues.

Mostly I appreciate how it came to me, or me to it. It really was just sitting there in a box of lost loves, cardboard and caving one October evening. As a sculpture it's beautiful, but I notice how drawn I am to the feeling of having claimed it, saved it.

Every time I glance at it, it reminds me just how subjective beauty really is. So: thank you, perfectly imperfect stranger who made this amazing thing. You keep my chin up and heart warm.