"WET" - i felt so conflicted about taking this photo. how i made myself stay with it. capture it by trial and error. try to get the phone to zoom in on the opening without losing focus of the two water drops.
how i tried for so long that people walking by slowed down and stared at me. back at the flower. back at me, confused.
i knew, they couldn't see the opening from the sidewalk, or the droplets, or how deliciously inviting it looked from within. .
from the sidewalk, the rose looked like an ordinary splash of color amongst many... this one actually too opened already. old. closer to death than most. a touch of grace missed by all.
when i finally got the best i could get out of her, i walked home and felt embarrassed. how could i share this moment with anyone.
would it help if i didn't name it "WET"? what was i so embarrassed about: that the rose called to my primal instincts. that i was somehow preventing it from dying with dignity.
or that i preferred to look that deeply into a flower, and feed this imagined empathy, than to look for that long at another human #imagination #rose #pink #shortstory #primal #adulting #gardens #empathy