Catriona

Fractals. Quartz glittering in sunlight. Ferns uncurling, heralding the spring. Galaxies spinning, ponderous as eternity. Lightning, geodes, peacock tails. God is both a mathematician and an artist.

Through ice-frosted glass, a woman gazes at the snow-packed yard. Tiny stars, so quick to melt. She will not see the ferns uncurl next year.

Is cancer a fractal, too?