How Perfectly
How perfectly
and neatly
opens the pink rose
this bright morning,
the sun warm
on my shoulders,
its heat
on the opening petals.
Possibly
it is the smallest,
the least important event
at this moment
in the whole world.
Yet I stand there,
utterly happy.
From Swan by Mary Oliver
Spring in Seattle is so glorious. The flowers, the sun... each small moment outside in the warmth makes me utterly happy. May is Bike to Work Month and while I haven't ridden every commute trip, I have journeyed along the Interurban a number of times. It feels utterly luxurious to be able to bike in the morning before I start my work day, birds chirping and buds blossoming.
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