There was an awkward-looking little old lady sitting among these flowers. Something inside me wanted to go up to her. I wanted to tell her that with the look of utter joy on her face that she was far more beautiful than any flower could ever aspire to be.
Yet, I am introverted and that would have been strange. So in my cowardice, I walked away.
Yet she was.
And I am ashamed for not having said so.
I guess that’s why I’m saying it here.