There's a kind of quiet that only shows up around certain flowers. This rose has it. Petals the color of a sky just after the sun gives up, all soft pink and shadow, and the center is still tight, still keeping its secrets. I found it late, in the last of the light, when the garden goes blue and honest. No bees left. Just the flower and me and the sound of something small moving in the leaves. Roses don't perform for you. They open on their own schedule and you either catch it or you don't. I caught this one. Stood there with my hands in my pockets like an idiot, grinning. I didn't want a photo. I wanted to remember it wrong, if that makes sense. The stars were starting to think about coming out. #rose #pinkflowers #gardenquiet
