Most mornings, I'm on my way along the grooved highway that carries us commuting junkies on our routines. My thoughts are scattered and strewn over whimsical dreams and hard-knock realities. I have experienced the scenery before. Or so I thought. Because this spring, new baby goats skipped and hopped in their fence along the busy road, providing a passing fancy of spirit for us routine drivers.
And then this. On a certain morning, in a certain slant of golden morning light, I noticed a bouquet of perfection. Attached to the barbed-wire fence along a small, isolated stretch of highway, spared from the mom-and-pop novelty stores and landscaping businesses, sat a white bouquet with a flowing white ribbon. I was immediately perplexed. Driving by at 60 mph, I wondered if I really saw it? But yes, the very next day, there it was again.
Flowers along roads are not unusual, for the tragedy of accidents seem prevalent here. But they aren't like this bouquet. No, these flowers are unusual in their perfection of form----- a bouquet more at home in the shaky hands of a new bride than nobly attached to a lonely fence.
It took me a week to stop. I predicted the bouquet's quick demise---that its beauty soon would be scattered along the common roadside debris. But on a day, a week later, a walked right up to it and it still hung in perfection. The white ribbon gently flowing along its base, waving me in closer.
The light was wonderful that morning and I pondered the bouquet's existence while my fellow commuting heroes sped by on the nearby highway? Was there sadness behind this bouquet? Have the other drivers noticed it? No, I doubt it and that made me smile, as if it was my own secret of the morning commute...
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