This one starts soft. All that green melting into cream up the top, the shapes still deciding what they want to be, nothing rushing to hold a hard edge.
And then it finds its lines. They come in dark and sure through the middle, and the pink pushes right up through all of it, completely unbothered, blooming exactly where it wants to.
That's the bit I love. The way it holds the soft and the bold at once and doesn't make you choose. Because that's how we grow, isn't it? A little tender, a little fierce, reaching the whole way through.
