Apr 5, 2005

Tuesday roses

I slept in late today. After a lethargic, cool morning, I enjoyed a quiet breakfast sitting amidst the tall trees in a neighboring park. Wind blew, whispering sweet nothings. April showers are especially welcome. It comes when you are longing for rain after the scorching sun. A stray whirlwind lifted the yellow and the purple flowers and the litter as well, tossed it all up with the exuberance of a naughty child on summer holidays and settled it all lining the road. I looked at the carpet lining the road, sighed and walked back, glad to have stopped on a tuesday morning to smell the roses.

April 05, 2005