Sometimes they follow my plan, and sometimes their audacious free will astounds me. Behind my computer I can see through the window a sunny yard and a branching tree. I recall the scent of heat and bark and the look of shifting light on a page. A Creator might craft such a day. What he does in glorious three dimensions, she can offer back flattened, but still sweet as a flower pressed in a book.
Heat bakes the page, and it gives off a tempting scent.
The page corners look delicious. This article first appeared in Christianity Today, July 17, 1995.