There I was all by myself, minding my own business, when Morning Glory climbed onto the porch, reaching out in five or six directions, dropping conversational color everywhere.
What a miracle to be alone, then suddenly offered such bright company.
Glory said, “Hello, I’m here for you, want to talk?”
How generous of her, how brilliant, how refined. She must have been feeling magna cum beautiful, brimming with a Master’s in Purple.
The casual, confident climbing. The lavish, vibrant offering. The gift of full presence.
I, simple human, aspire to all of these. My friend Ms. Glory already knows how.