I hate to call them weeds. They're too pretty. But they do live at the side of the road and I kind of doubt anybody planted them and I'm right sure nobody tends them in any way.
You don't have to go far, whether in winter or summer, to find beauty. It's there after a snowstorm, it's there in a frost, it's there in a sunrise or after dark.
And it feeds the soul. If you stop long enough and let it.
I like to let it.
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