Leander looked out, seeing only overcast marshes in their path. That ... and a lone orchid, a fusion of pink and purple fighting against the gloom. A smile caught his lips as his sight settled on the willful flower, growing despite the odds. It gave him peace. He did not search for such a sight, yet he found it. As with love; you do not search for it. It blooms when it is ready to, as the orchid does.
