Discovering a flower farm.
Savoring the warmth of the sun,
Illuminating a rainbow of petals…
In the bed of an old work truck.
I stood there as if I were still nine.
Not moving an inch.
I suddenly felt…
No, I always felt whenever I was around flowers,
Like I had just inhaled…
An exhilarating breath of fresh air.
Just one of the many reasons to leave the city.
For the Sunday muse.
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Refreshing! We tend to forget that things as simple flowers have an ethereal beauty that can’t be compared to the dizzying lights of any city. Good job!
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