tmbt: nose-level roses
The most beautiful thing I’ve stumbled upon today is an upward momentous bush of variegated roses. Having not been around the little lake in the morning for a bit, I had not yet noticed the bright pink-to-yellow reaching towards the sky, achievement at nose-level. I breath deep with only a slight tip of the head and notice the difference in scent from flower to flower, some nearly on their way back to the ground.
What comes up, meets us, and must eventually come down. And what is down has at one time or another been up. And the movement never stops… just continues to light the way, and with a sweet scent at that if only I notice with a slight tip of the head, the most beautiful things.
the most beautiful thing 