Eaten on the lap, with books open.
But the morning is so beautiful, so sweetly scented, that I cannot get myself to merely ride the bus to work. I walk most of the way to campus, hopping on the bus for just the last stops. It could not be helped. Who would not want to walk under a canopy of blossoms...
On a day when even the weeds look beautiful...
Provence may have its lavander, but we’ve got the lilacs.
After class, I walk again...
Until sanity nudges me a little. Woman, you’ve got work to do!
And so I cheat for a short bus ride during the more boring stretch of the road home.
Sitting now, I glance across at the three women and a girl. Lovely, dreamy faces of young life.
Outside, walking the last stretch, I think how only nature can pull of color combinations such as these.
I shouldn't pause, I know I have to hurry, but the fact is, only on a busy day am I likely to walk especially slowly. Who wouldn't. Really, who wouldn't.
