Marsh mallow

Pink flowers ride waves of marsh mallow. I can see them from my window, pin pricks of cotton candy or gumballs or jelly beans. Of course, were I to vacate my perch on the couch and brave the humid morning, I could examine them closely, not like a scientist but rather a poet watching each delicate petal wisp in the wind and painting its image with water color words. I've always wanted to learn to paint.