The wildflowers are blooming purple, yellow, and white around my running track. They're tiny, close to the ground, growing in clusters which make colored patches on the ground. I can't stop looking at them while I run...so lovely...promising spring...
So today while I was admiring their beauty, I crashed. And naturally, I had an audience who ran to help me up--and naturally, he decided I must need company for the rest of my run--just in case I became mesmerized by the flowers again. Does no one understand that I am completely capable of taking care of myself and I am anything but fragile? Can't we just chalk up a fall to poor judgment and klutziness?
Yes, I am ungraceful when offered kindness...well...I'm just ungraceful, in general.
But the wildflowers are blooming. This makes me very happy.