The other day, on a quick walk around the West End, I had a few moments to enjoy the summer sunshine. During my stroll, I saw a beautiful rose bush. The colors were so vibrant and the blooms were so symmetrical, they longed to be noticed. I stopped my speed-walking pace. I turned to smile at the sight. I leaned toward a flower to see if it smelled like a “rose.”
I laughed a little at the cliche; that at that hurried moment, I actually stopped to smell the roses! From behind me came a friendly stranger calling across the street, “Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses!” he said. I turned to him, eyebrows lifted, smile wide, palms up, shoulders shrugged in “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” fashion, and agreed, “Exactly!” And I smiled all the way back to work.