Three Flowers Breathing

I have been recently reading a book on the creativity and significance of numbers, and how to use numbers as means of focusing attention and noticing connections within the limitless distractions and stimulus of everyday life. My interest is particularly drawn towards the numbers three and seven; and amidst a whole row of wild flowers along the side of a field these three flowers had somehow survived the mass strangulation of the weeds and various fauna, and had grown several feet higher than the rest.

Reflecting upon this image now several weeks after, for me it is a reminder that I cannot expect to breathe fresh air or completely evolve as a person if I remain unconsciously restricted in the manic hubris of the metropolis.