I realized that I was 2 minutes early when I was passing by the purple flowers that were wilting in front of Koerner Library. I stopped because they were beautiful and I had time - 2 minutes. The sun was bright, it wasn't too cold and the mountains loomed in the distance, arching beyond the rose garden. The air was light. Everything seemed steeped in this incredible sense of being. Each shade of purple, red and green had its own destiny and purpose. Even the purple flowers, matyred in the Autmn chill seemed to be testament to a life well lived.
I don't slow down enough.
I don't slow down enough.
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