We’re at the Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens in Pittsburgh. We’ve come from afar to see new friends in a new place. We follow the maze of paths through the endless garden and our meandering conversation changes subjects as often as we change direction.
Children and bees and ants bring our focus back to the wonders around us. I stop to take pictures of the most striking flowers – but the sites surrounding us are truly only distractions.
Eventually we are back where we started, the path ends at the beginning, and in the rush to tie the loose ends of the menagerie of topics, I completely forget to visit the gift shop.
We part with hugs + kisses and plans to meet again.
I slept wrong as they say, as we say we who wake with pain that wasn't there when we lay down. What went wrong, between the last sleep and this sleep? And how can I learn to sleep right if I'm always sleeping through the lessons.