Afterimage of purple

 on a slice of radish.  Agapanthus implicated.  

Even when static

flowers have a swagger and a swirl about them.  They love a bit of purple.  A tad of red.  
 

Can you remember the first time

you were swept away with the brilliance of purple?  Me?  Tiny dried, tightly curled purple flowers on my Easter hat.  I was 7.  Yes, I had white gloves.  How did you know?   
 

Where does this lead?

 are you traveling alone?  Take comfort, you are in company of your favorites hues: black, purple, red.  What book did you bring for the journey.  Waiting may be involved. 

Some things you never outgrow

Like the first flower which sent you marveling. For me, backyard lilac. In particular, deep purple. This led me to the love of purple in general & to eggplants, specifically. To this day, I love a purple passage in a book. Or poem.