The unsuspecting cauliflower leaf was thrown into the kitchen sink filled to the brim with ice-cold water.
Its green waves broke through the soft membrane and its folds quickly filled whilst the invisible undercurrents drew it deeper.
It did not protest; rather, it settled on the sink-bed gently waving its folds at me, revealing its veins cased in silver lining.
Treading-water so meek, the leafy snail-trail sent forth smiley ripples stroking my hands right through to the core.
It did not have much to say. It just sat there – trying ever-so-hard to pass itself off as an ordinary cauliflower leaf – imploring me to go.
Indeed, ordinary it was. I turned and left quickly, not wanting to betray its obscurity.
I departed that day with a silver lining on my heart and I knew then what was love.