It was then that I noticed the cause of confusion – a breeze blowing past the open window, given away by the lilt of a petal, a fragrant wing fixed in place now lifting as the bottle tipped forward. Water curled in the vessel’s belly; inertia propelled a drop into its open throat. Through the stem of the flower I saw light pass, through folded DNA, the same light that glows in veins, illuminated letters lost and remembered again just by chance.