On an Afternoon Walk ~ Bright Spots

A short walk, I just went around the block. Employees happy to walk to their cars; traffic picking up at the end of the day. A street over, it was quieter. Snow and ice melted in the warmer temperature. A patch or two remained, too thick to melt. Puddles of muddy water where once had been slush and ice. Just about home, bright yellow caught my eye, almost hidden from view. Two crinkly flowers and some faded greenery tucked between the main bush and the brick fence reminded me that life does continue, even though things this world look brown and devoid of life.

 

“There are just as many stories to be told in 

the dark spots as there are in the bright ones.”

~ Jodi Picoult