La Vie en Rose
On learning to smell the roses in Paris.
It has been weeks of rain, and today the sky continues its fortitude—I pretend not to notice.
No, I much prefer to believe that the cherry blossoms I saw at dusk—because there was just enough light still to recognize their pastels—will lead us out of winter and dovetail us into spring. Among us humans, there is so much to be done, and yet here I find exi…