Twelve: Petal showers

The high winds on my bike ride to work today felt like I was pedaling in place. I was wondering why I hadn’t driven my car until I came upon this small grove of flowering trees. I skidded to a halt, mouth agape, watching as the wind coaxed petals off springtime branches in showers of white. A delicate perfume filled my nostrils. I was enraptured. Life is like that. Full of surprises .