Melinda J. Irvine

shining buds and blossoms

fall and feather

human suffering

My local gym plaza is encased by a pocket of rainforest trees that shed tiny velutinous blossoms and shining buds. They fall on your shoulders like rain in the morning breezes and late afternoon wind.

Sometimes when I’m lamenting the masses of plastic cups, drinking straws, and human refuse that overwhelm my senses, I try to focus on those little buds and blossoms. After all, it is we who choose what to see.