FLOWERS IN THE WINDOW BOX As I walked through the village I - TopicsExpress

FLOWERS IN THE WINDOW BOX As I walked through the village I spotted a window box bursting with colorful flowers. They stood there in the bright sunlight watching me watching them. I was their admirer and they were not shy to the proving eyes of this voyeur. To see these flowers in the window box was to be drawn to a world of exoticness. Because of their diverse colors, I referenced the world through their petals; the blues of Greece, the oranges of Spain, the greens of Ireland. They created in me a sense of urgent beauty. I wanted to touch them, draw them, and paint them. Their stems were rigid and their petals were soft and feathery. It was as though they were created by the skillful and loving hands of a master botanist. Some of the flowers were symmetrical and others seem to be assembled like a collage with speckled bits and pieces. I wanted to take a closer look, but being in close proximity to this much beauty made me nervous. As a strong wind blew, my lovelies danced in jubilation. The sun glistened through the petals and showcased their near transparency. There was a scream of joyfulness in the air as the flowers waved in the tumbled morning. I smiled and curled my lips as if I were talking with them. Such beauty, happiness, and joy in such a small living organism. At that moment I realized....I want to be a flower when I grow up.