My buddy TA offered espresso with sugar after work today. Hell, I'm no fool- I eagerly accepted.
Upon arriving home I remembered that I hadn't jogged this morning, so I donned the chest-flattening jogging bra and hastened out into the park. Normally I head for the bike trails, but today was different. This particular park is one of the world's largest rose gardens. Even now, the blooms are quite profuse.
The moist, mild autumn air absorbed the rose scents like a massive sponge. I'm in this park every day and I'm usually as beauty-oblivious as the next guy. But today was different.
The roses spoke to me, "This is our last hurrah, and by god, we're going to permeate you and affect you and heal whatever ails you."
Mind you, I was already supercharged from the espresso, and now I was overcome by the roses. I ran through the twists and turns like a mouse in a maze, trapped by a band of roses, yet wanting to never escape. Yes, today was different.
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I know exactly what you mean. I was later than usual coming home from work yesterday when I became captivated by the the rich, red leaves on a small set of bushes. Fall's beauty has few rivals.
Thank you, Jay, for the brief yet encouraging comment and for reading my fledgling blog.
Hey, thank you, too, schmutzie, and I'm glad that yesterday's riches didn't bypass you either.
What a wonderful metaphor, the maze in which you are trapped, yet content never to escape.
How's the Mexican football doing?
Hi Garnet,
And it was even understated, if the truth be known. But things went to hell during the few hours since I last saw you, as you'll hopefully read in my next post.
You know, I like your football idea. Too bad the Chihuahua's so fragile- my child almost finished him off the other day after following your suggestion...
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