Sweet Pea

The rain thundered down on the skylight in her bedroom and it frightened her. Carole had never grown out of it: the fear that crippled her every time she heard thunder. Patrick used to tease her about it and she hated him for it, but at least he was there then. Now she was alone.

At some point during that night she fell into a deep slumber and she rose with dawn. Putting the kettle on, she made herself a cup of tea wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her. She stood sipping from her mug at the French doors looking at the garden Patrick had once tended too. It was now overgrown and wild. But something caught her eye.

She found something for her feet and gently opened the glass doors. Water seeped up from the grass into her slippers but she wasn’t aware. She carried on walking into the thick undergrowth until she found what she was looking for. There it was amidst the wild flower - a Sweet Pea. So precious - it looked tranquil in the still of the morning, the rain from last night still on its petals. Carole bent down towards the flower and smelled its sweet aroma and smiled. Because she knew now that Patrick was still with her.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.  
~ Albert Einstein

About the photo: I took this photo to capture the freshness of the flower with the morning dew still covering it. It was shot in Ronda, Spain in December 2010.