I took the hose out to water the new saplings we just planted. I turned the water down and let it fill up the moat around the little tree, to give it a long, deep drink. I watched the water tumbling down, bubbling, picking up random bits of grass and carrying them along. The little stream ran and swirled, and a tiny eddy caught my eye. A tan bit of something was floating in circles, without a way out. I realized that I've been feeling like I was racing in circles, stuck in an eddy, taking on water, slowly drowning. Blue.
In the afternoon, I ran out of the house to drive the elementary school carpool. I rushed around the corner of the van, still feeling blue, and saw this: the first rose of the year. It stopped me in my tracks.
Boy, those roses smell sweet.