I was biking by when this hidden field by the MacMillan Building jumped into my peripheral view.
I turned around and stopped for a minute.
Unlike the Gardens of UBC, this field has no name.
It has no visitors, it attracts no cameras.
Hundreds of people pass by every day, but few would stop to notice its beauty.
But today I thanked her with a minute of my life,
for being so patiently beautiful,
so humbly dignified.