Flowers in My Bag

carry on bag

 

I’m home again, after a whirl-windy trip to be at a dear friend’s wedding. It was beautiful, pink and in my memory, entirely candle glow.

On the way home, I thought a lot about our friendship and how best to describe it. And then I looked into my carry-on bag, and there she was. The bright in an unexpected place, the lovely in a dreary day, the wonderful contradiction.

And there to stay.

 

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