Tiny yellow flowers have sprouted in the light green patch of grass in front of my office like hope out of nothingness. Perhaps below the emptiness lie the layers of destiny, hidden away from the naked eye. Yet inevitably it reveals itself in a burst of opportunities, perhaps to be trampled upon by the venturing feet of stronger individuals. Or perhaps to become the dinner treat for the herd of cows that will come to graze; the tiny yellow flowers on the patch of grass in front of my office, now dark green, in the light of the setting sun.