Hope

 

Waiting for something to bloom.  Waiting.  

View from a skyscraper

 Or perhaps a stadium.  Or perhaps, you can suggest a third option.  

A bit of optimism does her no harm

Like delicious scrambled eggs but quite different.  Different indeed.  
 

The world as she sees it

 At least this morning and from the perspective of a petite pot of tea.  Throw into the mix, a roasted head of cauliflower.  Cauliflower being nothing less than a brain’s landscape. 

Why is someone dyeing the link fence

and why these colors, especially now?

Just as she is

 Let's call her Maggie.  

Another month

and Puya persists although more coral-like in tone.  One could fall deliciously asleep in that cozy fuzziness.  Might try to this afternoon.