Nautilus,

 metaphorically speaking, of course.  

Feathers

conversing with a cloudy sky.  What?   You don't believe me.  Well, simply make up your own story, and I can't wait to hear it.

Tutus

 await the encore.

A beautiful unknowing

 a cool sip of water and easy breathing.  A bunch of kale at the farmers market.  

Desiccated

and beautiful.  A life lesson for sure.  

Pigment flows into pigment

Liquid magic.  Glass involved.  During which a pleasant Chinese meal enjoyed, I think of all things flowing:  time, pigment, clouds, thoughts, your hand through water.   

Chairs by their nature

are welcoming.  These, like the fried-egg poppy, like an over-easy egg so optimistic. Among these chairs always a conversation.  Please, there's a chair for you.  

Yes, I do miss fog.

San Francisco does fog well.  Doesn't the Conservatory of Flowers appear ghostlike?  Don't the palm look like pens with black tutus?  FYI:  the flower sundial has flowers but alas no dial.  Then again, fog is an opportunity to extract yourself from time, moment by moment.  
 

Feathers preparing

 to be a pinwheel.  For what adventure are you preparing yourself?   May it be vivid.  

Afterimage of purple

 on a slice of radish.  Agapanthus implicated.  

A meeting of felines

Sometimes it's important to look down.  Anklebone level.  Such treasures.  Who doesn't love to see felines kissing.  

Falling reflection

Who is there to catch the agapanthus's falling reflection? Whose hands are that nimble?   Should a stranger stop you to inquire about this lily of the Nile, be sure to mention this is no lily.