A stranger once gave me flowers after we shared a coffee and an honest talk.
He wasn’t trying to flirt, he simply responded to our conversation.
We sorted through ideas, on what made life hard, on mental health, losses, and books.
After our talk, the most natural response for him was to gather flowers on the field beside us. To remind me that while despair is true, so is beauty.
I think of this stranger often. I think of the simple things that make the hard days better: honest talks, cups of coffee, wild lavender.
I don’t want to give into despair. The world doesn’t seem pretty right now, but I am searching for the beauty. I’m believing it’s there.
Original Text. 1 October, 2020.