A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose

A rose under any other name would not smell as sweet....because then it wouldn't be a rose.  It's amazing the significance of such a simple flower that parts sweetly as the days go by and is so defined up close that is looks like a painting (or maybe that's just the Instagram).

Life is a series of roses.  Moments and weeks where the petals slowly expand and fall until you need to get a fresh rose new and compact waiting to experience and grow for the first time.  Each time, more exciting and fascinating than the last.

You wonder how something so simple can have such devastating and startling significance.  But then I think about this.  Staring down the open railroad track and suddenly the world is full of possibilities.