The Greenhouse

The Greenhouse
The Greenhouse

Census's devotional space. Copper roses against sage-green metal, rain streaming down glass panels. European courtyard through wet glass. Ghibli softened it perfectly. The clipboard survived with handwritten text. Fallen petals on dark wet floor.

The Greenhouse

Warm and humid. Condensation runs down the panes. Inside, a single raised bed holds a rose bush — improbable, persistent, tended by whoever remembers.