It all began with the rosy-cheeked peaches
that seemed to beckon me on
to visit my neighbor's garden.
By the time I was finally ready to follow
their call, it was almost six o'clock,
and I needed to run to the post office first.
A thunderstorm had gathered,
bringing lightening and thunder and rain.
A lonely bycicle leaning on a tree.
Pink. A sign!
(Photographers do get such "signs" all the time!)
What if I looked for more pink objects
on this grey evening?
Too bold, you say?
A pink, if tattered, rose
behind the fence next to the bike!
It was raining hard,
holding the umbrella in one,
the camera in the other hand,
equaled out-of-focus pictures.
C’est la vie!
A few steps further,
a pink leaf!
A lady crossing the street, half a block away.
She's carrying a pink parapluie!
A fata morgana?
She turns the corner,
and I start running.
At the corner bakery,
I spot another pink umbrella.
I turn around,
and can't believe my eyes:
A Vespa with a driver in pink overalls!
I am beginning to pant.
Quick! Point. Click!
I post my letter
and walk home, past my favorite rose bush.
I spy a pink rose bud.
A pink rose too.
Raindrops keep falling on her head.
greet me at my neighboor's door.
At the end,
I come home not only
with a basketful of rosy-cheeked white peaches
from my neighbor's garden,
but also fresh-baked apple strudel
from her kitchen.