A cloth-bound book lies closed on a pale surface with a sharpened pencil resting across the cover and a ribbon marker hanging out of the pages, one pink rose petal dropped beside it. Amber and blue-grey washes stain the linen and pool away to the left, and the petal is the only color in the frame that isn’t the book’s. The day written down, and the one thing that fell off the counter while it was.
