Crammed tightly in a clear glass vase, they twisted and bent themselves, jockeying for the best position. Sunlight was scarce, but the florescent lighting was enough to keep every bright yellow bud at attention for the time being. Unsure of exactly what to do with what remained from a botched order, the florist found her gaze wandering as she tried desperately to be inspired by her surroundings. The room was dark and wooden- no place for a creative mind to run free. Yet, perhaps the dreariness of her surroundings was just what she was looking for. She got down to work.