Hope, a flower & me

I drive through the canopies of purple, down the winding hillsides.

I stop to watch the Jacaranda blooms sway in the breeze, some dropping gently on the road in front of me.

I wish that a solitary flower would randomly land on my windscreen, as if hoping for a message, a sign.

That flower that fluttered onto my windscreen

It’s weird how we long for wishes to come true – placing that hope on a random bloom that flutters on the spring breeze – for moments out of reach, for a friend to heal from an illness, a piece of good news, a phone call, a message, a hug, for love that’s hanging midair!

Believing that what’s meant to be will always drift in the breeze and find its way towards me…

Hope, a flower and me!