"Her hair grows green like new stems reaching for light, and around her, flowers open the way thoughts do when finally left undisturbed. She is becoming one of them, slowly, from somewhere quiet inside her outward, the way real blooming always happens, unseen at first and then suddenly everywhere.
Some people carry gardens within them long before anyone notices, and when they finally let it show, it looks exactly like this, soft, unhurried, and impossible to contain."