A Rose Is A Rose No More

Yesterday afternoon I took this picture between rainstorms:

Today, that rose does not exist. The storms scattered its petals and tore its stem.

I almost didn't grab my camera. I started to say that I was tired. I tried to ignore the pale pink against the rusting blue metal.

I have learned to recognize this impulse in myself to take the easy path and ignore the spark to take the picture, write the blog, carpe the diem. The choice of inaction is silly and lazy. I am neither silly nor lazy.

And I will no longer hesitate.