Hope

I saw a flower this morning in my backyard. It was a small, little blue flower, growing at the side of the muddy path. And to remind you, it’s dead winter here in Detroit and everything is frozen. The biggest of the biggest trees has shed its leaves. All the animals have gone to hibernation. Rivers and lakes are frozen, refusing to move. There is no sign of anything living. It’s like nature has taken a recluse from nature itself. The sound of air cutting through the deafening silence was giving me this eerie feeling when I saw this little blue flower on the side of the muddy path. It was as if she didn’t know it was winter and she was not supposed to be out there. She looked carefree and innocent and everything beautiful. It felt that she was there for me and me alone, giving me brief momentary company and comfort on this cold, windy day. It was the hope I was looking for, I needed, this morning, after burying my puppy in my backyard.