why yes, yes mr. cute rose man, i will take your roses.

it has taken me threehundredandtwentysix days to put on my asics. and as i walked to the park i stopped in awe of a fourteen foot high garden-rose tree. bush? tree. i'd never noticed it before so i inhaled and remembered to breathe. and in that moment, he came from behind, grocery sacks in hand, and said, "you should take some." really? i asked. "yes, definitely. if you don't, they'll just fall to the ground and die." thanks. thanks, i will. so i went on my walk. i walked and i walked, making sure to end at the roses. and though i'm not tall enough to reach the good ones, i tip toed to the best that i could reach and took. listening to mr. cute rose man, following his instructions by enjoying the smells of a blooming garden-rose.

and as i walked through the park, memories flooded my senses: the sound of moving cars, the sight of the hipster without his helmet, the smell of my sweat, the touch of the heel-toe to the pavement, the taste of the crisp air. and i remembered; i remembered the beauty that is taking care of oneself. with garden-roses and walks in the park.