Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
The ground is covered in rose petals. So much pink, after the rain. I think of pink champagne, and the days of my youth. I think of the pink at dawn when a new day unfolds. The petals are soft, kissed by a thousand raindrops. I think of all those kisses, set free in the
Summer has always been my favorite season, and roses, my favorite flower. It is hard to choose a favorite flower because there are so many beautiful varieties to select from. Roses seem to usher in the summer season with their unmistakable bliss; the scent of a rose in the fresh morning air is incredible, and