Since my last post on roses,
I’ve started glimpsing them wherever I go.
Outside the entrance to my office, there’s a bed of low-lying roses.
They catch my eye as I walk through the automatic glass doors on my way in to work.
So I sneak down to soak up their beauty again in my morning tea-break.
After rain, the petals and leaves hang heavy, glistening.
And it feels to me like a moment of stolen beauty.
Coming alive for the first time to the beauty of something
that has always been around you
is one of life’s greatest joys.
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Ah, perfect! A splendid awakening!