I've had time to see, being away from it all.
And I began to take pictures, ignoring the voice in my head that says,
keep going, you can remember that and come back to take a picture.
But who knows if I would drive past this bench again?
If the flowers would have grown just a few hours more toward fading,
if the light that made these things catch my eye
would be completely different by then?
Learned this year that these delicate-looking little pansies are quite hearty
and can withstand drastic drops in spring temps without dying. I'm amazed by that.
This flower box is one of three outside a Starbucks.
Drove past this house, pulled all around the block, left my car at the side of the road
and stood in the middle of the street to get this.