Flower Pot

Flowers in ceramic pot on porch.

Most of the things that keep me awake to the beauty of the world are no big deal. They’re not showstoppers: the gaudy sunsets, the stunning confluence of shapes and colors, the extraordinarily lovely person. No, most of the time it’s quiet little things, like the late afternoon light raking across plants in a blue ceramic pot sitting on a stoop.

I’m lucky that these radiant small things glow so brightly in my mind’s eye.


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