Sometimes there's poetry in your errands.
The last couple weeks during grocery shopping, I've picked up a bouquet of roses. Just because.
(When I stepped outside with the first bunch, it was as though someone spilled sunshine across their faces.)
As they dried, I saw that most of them became sad, turning dark and downwards but one----
One became lighter and more upright. When it was deprived, it chose to extend itself further. It showed its ability to adapt when its nourishment was gone.
Kind of a metaphor for how we can be during adversity, don't you think?