smileyjess

outside, thunder rumbles a warning and all the windows in my house are open. this way i'll be able to hear that noise that tires make as they hit sweaty pavement. it's so humid that the air literally weighs lightly upon your shoulders. persperation beads pop up on your brow and at the nape of your neck, a slight wetness takes shape in an odd form along the outline of your shoulder blades.

today i bought flowers for my mom because they were so beautiful and bursting with bright hues of yellows, pinks, and reds that i could not possibly resist. once a week i head downcity and on the way to my destination there happens to be this gorgeous florist shop, with fresh leaves and buds spilling out onto the sidewalk, a pink scripted hand painted sign advertising the bunch of the day. it's on a corner near a very busy intersection in a not-so-pretty-part of town. each time i catch the light there, i want to pull over and grab my purse and march in and feel the slight mist in the air and absorb the refreshing coolness through my pores and smile and wave and ask for the biggest bunch and take home an armful. usually i am too late to fit all this into my schedule.

today was different. i parked alongside the curb, walked timidly through the door and immediately sounded a tinkling bell. alone in the shop, i smelled as many as i wished. even the birds of paradise, my absolute favorites on the planet (they dont really have a scent, by the way). i paid and i smiled and i thought of how surprised my mom would be when i arrived home.

but i had forgotten one thing: she's traveling for work until thursday night.

no worries.
they look pretty in my room.