When I looked out my window yesterday morning and saw the mist hanging low on Columbus Street, I knew I had to get out on my bike and head to City Park where I knew that the gift of shots like the one above would be waiting just for me.
Strangely, passing St. Louis #3 memories of an old favorite friend pulled me in and down the main route to the back of the cemetery where I knew she'd be waiting. Flying a little quicker than usual, I passed Mary at one of the crossroads. Something red in her hand pulled me back around.
Someone had left a single long-stemmed red rose in her hand.
The contrast of the deep red, soft, aromatic, almost living rose against the stark, hard, white cold stone of Mary on a Sunday Christmas morning; was meaningful and message-ladened. My favorite girl pulled me in, but it was the rose in Mary's hand that held profound love, peace, and Christmas grace for me and those I love who are anywhere in the universe.
As you can imagine, it was quite a way to start a very special day.
It was a day that I knew had to be a solitary day.
But, I was not alone.
Comments