The Little Things
Photo by Michael Peartree(me)
I spotted you from the corner of my eye. You stood out amongst the crowd of look-alikes. My hands picked you up, and I felt happy to have found you. I smiled as though I had in my possession, the biggest secret known to man. Your colors have faded now, just like you knew they would. I took a picture of you, just so I could preserve the feeling of knowing a dying flower once made my day.
