.:Deep Blue with a Splash of Yellow...

Sat out on the bench behind the bustling bank this morning -- my secret place of solitude next to the train tracks.  The sky was a staggeringly beautiful azure blue interspersed with puffy white clouds.  A veritable calm amidst the storms we are experiencing.  The city skyline stretched out behind me for as long as I could see.  The grass has become so lush and green with trees of blossoms of pink and white.  In one hand was a Sprite Zero and the other a Model Railroader magazine.  All was right in my world. 

I actually enjoyed my day off yesterday, but I missed the socialization.  Johnnie Watts had requested more hours and did the deliveries.  This meant I could stay home and cook the Edward's apple pie I had in my freezer.  Although not as good as homemade, it was still very tasty.  The only thing I was missing was ice cream to accompany it.  I sent a piece of warm pie home to my mother with Dad last night.  I am sure she devoured it. 

Struggling with what to write these days.  My life has been so mind numbingly boring that I risk scaring people off by writing about it.  All my old favorite characters and haunts to write about no longer inhabit my life.  No Rosa.  No George.  Very little of Ferret and Big S. I originally started to blog cause I liked to tell the tales of the characters that inhabit my life.  Now the blog is just a regular daily journal. 

On the way back to the shopping center, I dropped the keys to the lock on my bike.  I bent over to pick them up and noticed the most minute and beautiful flowers.   Deep blue with a splash of yellow at the heart, they were growing through the deep cracks in the pavement.  Pulled one up and just stared for the longest time as I stood there. I know I looked silly to anyone driving or passing by looking at this tiny freckle-like flower, but I was undaunted.   Doing things like this just reaffirms my confidence in the world -- that good things are out there you just have to know where to look.  I could have scorned the hot, moon-like cratered pavement upon which they grew, or I could see the beauty in the little small flower that caught my attention with dazzling color.  I am going to try and hold on to this moment for the day.