The pink Azalea died.
I noticed and mourned its absence this morning, just as I had witnessed and celebrated its appearance a few weeks ago.
It was the only one of its kind blooming on a shrub of white azaleas.
I wonder now if the shrub with its glorious green leaves would have summoned and captivated me so…
I struck up a conversation with a teenager, which in under ten minutes, uncovered one of my social blind-spot. One we all succumb to when we assume.Our conversation started lightly:How is your summer so far? I asked.
Ok. How is yours? he responded.Since I have been in the habit of not depending on the rehearsed and usual…