Hardy little things they are; they can survive without water for very long periods, take a bump or two, and bring a zen zing to any room.
I have found there is one thing I can do to cut through the chatter, get clarity, and focus on what’s important.
The city’s high-rise buildings glow. Occupants of the houses and units bordering the park go about their end-of-day rituals – cooking, dressing, transfixed by the television – their own moves framed and illuminated.
I first fell in love with Bougainvillea when I was living in a little workers cottage in the middle of West End.