morning walks
I never really understood why I love tulips. For some reason they resonate with me whenever I see them. They just seem so beautifully modest and delicate. Enduring, even.
Every morning on my walk to work I pass a cute little flower shop. They have some of the most beautiful tulips.
Lately when I pass that shop I am reminded of my mom, and I find myself filled with intense longing and repose. It doesn't really make sense to feel both things at once--but I suppose I do.
I finally spoke with my mom last night on the phone for the first time since I left home. She said exactly what i had been thinking all this time, she felt close to me and so far away at the same time. After hanging up I was filled with sadness. More than I have felt this entire month of not speaking to her.
I can't really afford to buy flowers, but this morning I just couldn't resist. I bought a bundle without a second thought.
Every morning on my walk to work I pass a cute little flower shop. They have some of the most beautiful tulips.
Lately when I pass that shop I am reminded of my mom, and I find myself filled with intense longing and repose. It doesn't really make sense to feel both things at once--but I suppose I do.
I finally spoke with my mom last night on the phone for the first time since I left home. She said exactly what i had been thinking all this time, she felt close to me and so far away at the same time. After hanging up I was filled with sadness. More than I have felt this entire month of not speaking to her.
I can't really afford to buy flowers, but this morning I just couldn't resist. I bought a bundle without a second thought.
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