A path, leading. Like any other path, road, walk, drive. Leading somewhere. Anywhere.
I stopped. I finally stopped and pulled over. Camera poised to
capture the dogwood
Resting her image
so certainly on the stream below.
So small. So tender. Pushing through the rough facade
and topography of its environs
Surviving. Reaching up.
Another storm rolling in. Charcoal layered on
rumbling thunder. The air held the pungent
familiar scent of impending rain.
My dear friend's rockin' yellow rain boots.
Blowing some magic bubbles into the air.