To see the world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a wildflower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour.
-- William Blake
I'm the kind of girl that marvels at the broadness and delicate toughness of rhubarb leaves, who wonders at the geometry of red poppy flowers. Mock me for my hippy sounding bullshit, I don't care. How fast does it feel like you travel when you travel by bike?