I took a day off, a very hot day, and went for lunch with Griffin. Griffin gave me a piece of glass from a hundred-year old glass factory explosion as a birthday gift and promised to help me to look for a therapist without me asking. Because with Griffin I never have to ask. They told me about queer talent shows they are working on and we spoke about my religious trauma and their time in Paris. As we were walking back through little Burgundy, we saw this tea-rose coloured peony – the colour I never saw before on this flower. I do not interpret everything as a sign, but I am deeply grateful for the ability to see the connections and patterns.