A path, leading. Like any other path, road, walk, drive. Leading somewhere. Anywhere.
Pure decadence.
*****
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.
Growing.
*****
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.
*****
One day, maybe two weeks ago, we finally had a day
of sun and cornflower blue sky.
I took this photo through the sunroof
of my car.
It makes me smile.
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