This morning I woke, with bits and pieces of a dream that I was not too happy about. A flashback of emotions, something I thought I was almost over getting through. It reminded me of what I lost, but it also reminded me that it was time to move forward. I took a walk and I bumped into these beauties. I'm never really one to "stop and smell the roses" but this time I did, and they were just sitting there, heavy with rain, some were blooming, gorgeously, while others were all wrinkled up inside, rotten. We all go through things that carry a burden inside of us, but how we react, is what makes us or breaks us. Which flower will I decide to be?