November 14, 2012

I saw a little old man shuffling out of Costco with his only purchase cradled in the crook of his elbow: a bouquet of bright flowers...and I imagined his careful shaking hands as he slipped them in a glass vase on the kitchen table, prodding the flowers to fall just so, and his wife walking in before he was finished, stopping in the door frame to watch him arrange his love on the table.