Confession: Marguerite, the sunflower, died. I killed her. I forgot to water her for a few days, and this is all it took for the life to wither out of her... I felt sad and guilty for not taking better care of her, but I justified it by telling myself that she is now in a better place... on a farm where all sunflowers go to die peacefully (somewhere in a big field of sunflowers in Yellow Springs, OH).
I was on a walk today, and the wind was blowing really hard. The sky was dark, my umbrella was at home and my raincoat in my car where it apparently belonged. I worried for a second and almost turned back. As much as I love a good storm, I don't like being in the middle of it... I like to be home, safe, and watch it from the comfort of my bed. I kept walking though, I kept walking by the river, knowing that each step I took, no matter how small would get me to my destination.
The sun was hiding, but I kept walking, despite the clouds, despite the winds, despite the impending storm, despite the rain, despite my fear of getting drenched.
The next step, not matter how small, no matter how hesitant, brought me closer to the sun, so I kept walking until my lunch break was over...
