Outside the atrium of our dorm is a small patio with an abandoned, seldom used grill and a picnic table. Mostly I don't pay much attention to the place. It is just part of my dash from dorm to classroom as I juggle notebooks and water bottles and keyrings. This morning was different. I stepped out the atrium door, headed for the main building. Immediately on the opening of the door, I was greeted with a heady, sweet scent.
I looked about to see where it was coming from, and there, in a raised bed at the far end of the little patio was a small rosebush completely covered in the frosted pink of a hundred open faces. I have seldom seen roses open as wide as these. I hadn't really noticed the bush before. How sad! Though I only had a few minutes before class, I stopped mid-step and turned toward to little bush. As I neared the flowerbed, the fragrance swirled around me, not in an overwhelming or cloying way, but gently, enticingly. The visual beauty was as profound as the fragrance, branches bending under the weight of so many blossoms, swaying gently in the breeze.
I leaned over the pink sea of petals and inhaled, making a mental picture of the lines, the softness, the variation in hue, the contrast of the greenery. Forget pencils. Carry beauty to class with you. Store summer in your memory for the dark days of winter. How gracious of the Creator to provide so rich a repast. I am filled with delight. I tear myself away, whispering a small prayer of thanksgiving. What a way to start your day!
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