Valentine

It was a foggy evening and the outdoor party had just begun. A lovely young lady had arrived alone and she stood to the side, swaying slightly to the beat of the music, watching the others, searching for something, someone, a spark. The group was banal, disjointed, as if everyone had come to the party to take part in some sort of compulsory exercise. A nice young man handed her a drink, but after a moment of awkward silence, he moved on. She was alone again and her eyes roved over the gathering to the horizon, where a swing set stood, unoccupied, at the edge of the lawn. A sudden leap of happiness within her prompted her to skip a lovely skip across to the swing set.

She settled in the swing and got into the rhythm of back and forth, up and down, until at last she was swinging freely, carefree. She kicked her sandals off and leaned low in the swing so that she was almost upside down, with her feet hitting the sky. A giggle escaped her lips as she looked around from her upside down perspective. The world looked new, and the small things by the swing set became large are her head swung close to them and turned them topsy turvy. A little heart caught her eye, a valentine, and made her stop. A bit dizzy, she shook her hair back into place and stood up to get a closer look at the little weed advertisement for love. As she stood, a handsome gentleman appeared at her side and steadied her. She had caught his eye while swinging on the swings, just as the weed had caught hers.

A pause, a sigh, eyes met, and suddenly the party looked like it could get so much more interesting. When searching for love, look for it from all perspectives.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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