Thursday, January 12, 2012
Lately I've been thinking about roses -- a lot. Rose moss scents stick in my mind. Nostalgic, vintage, familiar. I think about roses while working at the j o b. An obsession is beginning. I see late roses still clinging to bushes in the neighborhood while I walk. I haven't yet, but I want stop and smell them. It requires stomping across a stranger's yard and looking foolish for a moment. Rose moss. Rose moss.