The air was so crisp our breath followed us like banners as we walked the shady paths of Hendricks Park in the early morning.
At this hour we had it to ourselves, this place of magic vistas…the great old trees and delicate flowers nodding to one another in mutual congratulations.
But for all the grander, I felt the sure hand of creation most powerfully in the flowers yet ‘unborn’. All their promise held within…waiting in the stillness for their time to join the dance…