A break with recent history and method to mark a meadow moment. Somewhere, in the valley near the sealed canyon, it is spring. Amidsts the emerald greenry of the wild meadow, where usually only grass and weedy stalks are found, suddenly, a flower. Lone and quietly graceful, it stands; a splash of color amidst an ocean of waving blades. Serene and without concern, it reaches to sun and sky.
It brings a smile.