Le Retour

There was one day last week, my assignment and my work got together and created this path of ultimate resistance. I literally did not think I was capable of it anymore. I was going through the motions of exiting my building for the day to come "home", when all of a sudden all of the city high-rises disappeared, I could no longer hear the homeless in need of a meal, & the pain in my feet from the daily trek began to dissipate. There was nothing but these flowers. They were beautiful, vivid, and so alive. These flowers were the most aromatic, filling the cracks in what used to be just a sidewalk, and hanging so effortlessly from last week's fragile tree limbs. The fragrance of sweetness swirled around to the tops of my being and enveloped me. That is when it dawned on me that even in the midst of finding my way and/or losing myself, I'm never too far away! My phone rang, instantly snatching me back to reality and closing out my reverie. It was my mom asking how my day had been, and I remember telling her not of the stress and uncertainty, but how perfect the flowers were and how I'd never seen a day so beautiful. These intricate parts of me that make me feel infinite, always find their way back home.