The Rose

I am staring at the roses that are blooming outside my window.

The largest one is off-white and much larger than the other roses. I wonder if the other roses feel inferior to such a magnificent beauty.

Part of me wants to cut its stem and bring the rose to my room. But alas, there is no breeze in my room to capture the silky petals. I fear the rose would feel lost.

It's hard not to stare as it sways in the soft, morning breeze.

The window is open a crack so I can feel the same wind the flowers are feeling. I can also hear the birds chirping and the planes flying to and from Hill Air Force Base.

It's easy to get lost in the simplicity.

Oh that I were a rose dancing in the fresh summer sun and the crisp, warm breeze. How I wish I could join the birds as they fly from tree to tree in my backyard.

Instead I will pacify myself by listening and watching.

And maybe later... when nobody is watching... I will let the breeze capture my hair as I dance in the beautiful summer warmth.

Happy Summer! How will you celebrate?