His breathing slowed, locked away into his lungs, as if he had forgotten to breathe, stealing a forbidden glance to the divine of all friends of nature.

...

The forest was gleaming with penetrating sunlight, the air low and tranquil as Akito was picking flowers to find new ideas.

Akito was a downtown florist who had very creative ideas for bouquets of flowers, usually..

...but today, they just weren't coming to him.

So, he decided to go out and pick some flowers to clear his mind, maybe take his thought off of things that might be hindering his creativity.

That was, until, he layed eyes on a particular stranger, sitting on the grass in the woods. Birds chirping around her, as if she had created them.

She looked a bit like that divine entity he'd studied; naturally, as a botanist, you would hear the name “Mother Nature”.

...

...when he saw her, he knew he was doomed. His face heat up as his clutch on his flowers significantly loosened.