Reclaiming my life and self one step and one adventure at a time.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Roses still bloom even in December. Here's one left barely hanging onto the leafless branches and above the dry leaves. I try to see my grief in that way: there are mostly bare branches and dead leaves but every now and then you catch a glimpse of something unexpected: a rose blooming out of time, an old friend at a local shop, a smile among the tears.