Not the same Woman but a better one.

Find beauty in dimly lit moments

As the moments pass day to day... it seems as though I have forgotten to just stop and look around. I find myself going to Facebook pictures or looking at photos around my dorm room. Photos to which I don't really feel any attachment to. Why? it is me in those photos but the photos in no way can replay how you were feeling in the very moment they were taken. One of my favorite movies is the "Ya Ya sisterhood" in those photos they come back a live in the movie. Wouldn't it just be amazing if we could do the same just replay the laughter.

The pictures above are of roses from my favorite rose man.... he stands on a corner of an intersection that has played a very large role in my life. It has been essentially the path way for me to get to and from everywhere. He has been a consistent figure, always standing there rain or shine. It was always very comforting seeing him there. Although he may not remember my face each time I buy flowers, I remember his. He is not just a man standing on a corner selling flowers but, in many ways he is a symbol of all the paths I've taken and all the ones I will chose to. His roses are the most beautiful roses every single time...and I am thankful for such consistent beauty.