Flowers in the brick building

A woman walks down a street just when the brightness of the sky starts to fade.
In the corner of her eye, she catches a curious sight.
She sees these flowers that seem to illuminate with an unearthly glow, growing out of clay pots across the street through an open door of an unassuming brick building.
She sees these flowers so vividly, more so than anything that reaches her sight.
Filled with curiosity, she walks toward these flowers which seem to sing a quiet song.
As she reaches the door with her mind focused on seeing the flowers dancing in stillness,
she suddenly stops.
She awakes from her short daze and she notices that she had stopped at the door.
The door in front of her was closed, as if it was never open.
She knocks, waits a short while, and with sudden strange impatience, she turns the knob and opens the door.
A bounty of quiet yet glistening flowers fills the room, gracing her sight.
The now night sky fills the room with soft light through the countless glass windows through one side of the room and the ceiling.
Her heart is filled with wonder and joy, yet, a speck of sadness ripples through her.
She is reminded of her brother who died just a few months ago.
She imagines her brother's bright smile and his voice saying these words...
"I love you, Sis."
She quietly feels in her heart that her brother took care of these flowers.