Nothing Makes Sense

Very often I find there are no straightforward routes in this world, every turn leads to more confusion and every pathway goes nowhere. 

I went to get a bus and the bus driver told me a one way ticket costs £3 and a return ticket costs £7.50. That didn't make sense, if it costs £1.50 more to get a return ticket then why are they selling it, they should just sell the one way ticket for both directions. Even the driver warned me because some people will buy a return ticket thinking it would be cheaper. 

Everything is like that but at least there is something I see every day and it doesn't change. I see the daisies sprouting out of the grass verges by the roads and they're always the same. I don't touch them, just admire them from a short distance as I pass by. They have little yellow center and white petals. A simple little flower that emerges in spring and stays around till autumn. 

I was reading through the NASA blogs and saw that the James Webb space telescope was observing a planet going around a star that had died, the star went through a red giant phase as it ran out of fuel and turned into a white dwarf, a dim dead star that just barely glows. I thought to myself such an event could transform a planet, a planet like Jupiter could have all its gasses striped away exposing a rocky core and it could become like a terrestrial planet or it could become bigger. Perhaps a planet the size of earth crashed into Jupiter millions of years ago and the material is still there in the centre of the planet. 

We know so little.  

Careful Flower

One of the most beautiful sights in my world is seeing the Daisy flowers emerge. There is more to them than what meets the eye. They are a welcome sight at the start of spring. The plant that sends out the flower is being careful, it is trying to make the flowers visible to the insects but only just enough because the weather in spring is unpredictable so the plant may need to send more than one flower. If the grass is long, the stem of the flower is long, if the grass is short, the stem is short. It doesn't want to stick out too much because it may be eaten, so it has to be perfectly balanced, not too visible but enough to get the bees attention. They are little worlds, little living islands; they have a yellow forest of micro flowers in the middle of the pod. Tiny creatures may spend their whole life living on the flower, little mites and microscopic beings.  I don't touch them, I just stop to look at them. The white petals of the flower are like a tiny paper valley, bright and carefully balanced. 

I will never get tired of drawing them. They were around before I was here and they will continue to emerge from the grass after my time is up in this world. Their purpose is always the same, gather pollen from insects to make seeds of a plant that is good at staying alive. 

Our lives change every year but they stay the same, a familiar sight, the longer you look at them them the calmer a person could feel. The strong early spring flower, the daisy. The careful one.