… the lady on the side of the road selling flowers, the one who you stopped for, the one you bought a yellow rose from and returned it to her as a gift from you. All the other cars zoomed by not even noticing the expression on the woman’s face, how her eyes were heavy and dark. Perhaps it was because she discovered that her husband of over twenty years was secretly romancing another woman. Or maybe she was trying desperately not to feel the exhaustion creeping in her veins from working her night job as a cleaning woman in the casino nearby. It could also have been because she hadn’t heard from her son in over two weeks, just nineteen years old and stationed in Iraq in a military camp not far from the site of the latest explosions.
Stop and Smell the Roses: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3a5vN4tUl4