swaying in the breeze with their intoxicating colors.
I drive by them nearly everyday and smile.
Yesterday I stopped.
The kids were in the car, screaming
"Let me out!"
but I was lost in the flowers
OK, upon rereading this post, I see a problem. While writing, I was caught up in poetic hyperbole. But in the cold light of prose, it just sounds like I am a neglectful mother. Please don't call CPS. I was steps from the car. And I was only snapping photos for 15-20 mins. Tops. Or maybe less than 5. Really.