"If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden."
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
An old garden. A rickety, old chair sits amid a jungle of unkempt grass. Its frame veiled by a disheveled vine of common pea. The white star-like flowers light up the surrounding wilderness. Just a few steps away, clumps of pink bougainvillea adorn a rusted gate, crisscrossing homes and boundaries.
As the thunder clouds clap and roar in the distance, I wait for the dainty dance of rain. The garden commands my attention taking up a chunk of my lazy afternoon. A hint of symmetry in asymmetry, a sudden flash of beauty in waywardness. In this dazed, unsure state of life, this old garden inspires me to hope. And today I shall hope for the rain. Some rain.