Monday, September 1, 2014

Fighting Harshness with Grace



It was almost noon and as you can imagine the glare from the sun's light was so intense, my eyes hurt, and it felt like a thousand needle tips were attached to my skin. It was a harsh exposure. My consolation was the colorful flowers in front of me -- bright pink, white, and yellow -- as if they were  readily gaining more strength and vitality while absorbing the sun's rays.  The brighter it shone, the more attractive they became.