Photo by Katarzyna Grabowska on UnsplashDid you remember to bring a piece of sky and a petaled flower? the voice within asked as I pulled a chair to the big laminate table at the corner café. Drat, I’d come with only a shiny hot list of newly minted gripes. Where had I mislaid sky… my bobbing he-loves-me daisy? Someone ordered a platter of sweet potato fries sans the menu-listed powdered sugar, as an appetizer for all to share. They’d taste better, I thought, if I’d added to my backpack a sliver of sunset orange shimmering over purple water plus a startling pink aster. Something inside me knew this.
