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Today I walked
How it started
One of the most interesting parts of my day are the ones where I make up stories. I really enjoy that. I love to sit in the mall, a restaurant or park and people watch. I imagine what their story is, how they are related to each other and why they are here. This idea came when I was taking a walk at a local park. I saw something white laying in the grass. When I bent down to pick it up, I instantly tried to inagine how it got there. This is the result.
Today I walked. And as I walked I found, a flower. A flower where no flowers are growing. A beautiful flower. Just sitting in the grass. How did it get there? Where was it from? Who did it belong to? How did it survive it's journey? Holding it in my hands, I imagined:
....A bright and happy young man, ringing the doorbell. The door answered by an excited, expectant girl, all dressed up and ready to go. She eyes the fragrant bouquet in his hands, smiling shyly...."For me?" she asks. He hands them to her and there is a mad flurry to find a vase. Much ado to get them into water. They have dinner reservations and don't want to be late so they begin to walk out. She stands at the threshold, torn. He brought flowers for her. How does she leave them? What message is she giving by walking out without them? She runs back and picks one perfect white lily. On the way to the restaurant, she busies herself pinning it her hair, thus saving the awkwardness of conversation on this, their first date.
People stop and look at this striking couple, all fresh and excited to be here. He tall and good looking with freshly combed back hair. She with her new dress and her hair pinned off the side with the white lily. Both lovely in their innocence. Patrons gazing longingly, wishing they were also in the first throes of romance. After dinner he suggests they take a walk. They go to a nearby park. He takes her hand. She feels a warmth, a shiver of anticipation. "He likes me!", she thinks. And she is happy. They walk, barely noticing their surroundings, so caught up in their growing feelings. They stop to gaze at the waterfall. He puts his hand on her face and leans down to kiss her. When she gets home that evening, she sees her beautiful bouquet. She reaches up to take the lily out of her hair. It's gone but the memories of this night remain..........
Today I walked. And as I walked I found, a flower. A flower where no flowers are growing. A beautiful flower. Just sitting in the grass. What a beautiful journey it must have had!
Facts about Lilies
- Christians used lilies as a sign of purity, while Ancient Greeks used it to represent tenderness.
- Lilies have been cultivated for over 3,000 years.
- There are more that 100 species of lilies