I’ve been watching the lily pads rise, grow bigger, then seem to stall, their overlapping shapes a taunt, as if saying not yet, not yet, but my anticipation is so strong it brought forth this painted lily. The opening flower, slightly reflected in its watery world, seems so calm. Of course it doesn’t know it’s the first . Maybe it’s aware of the drifting leaves around it. Maybe its underwater stem feels the fish swimming past, the drizzle in the air. I think so. Details below. Enjoy.