Patches of color, capturing and tossing rays of sunlight like playthings.
Shadows blended with shades and hues.
The sharp glistening of a leftover raindrop.
Saturday I finished planting my second azalea garden, and the Sunday rain urged buds into blossoms. For the next few days, the flowers seemed to shiver in the cold. Today, they stretch and open to embrace the sun streaming through unclouded skies.
I sit at my desk, facing the window, and I see unrivaled beauty.
