The Scent of Roses
When my parents got married almost 24 years ago my mom had a beautiful bridal bouquet. The roses were vivid in colour, red, pink, yellow. The colours were strong, not the faint pastel tones one is used to for weddings. My mother was not wearing white either, she wore a black dress with a light pink blazer. Continue reading “The Scent of Roses”
The Bus Driver
“Hello, I really like your glasses. They suit you well!” Were the words with which I was greeted upon entering the bus I took home on Tuesday. With them came a friendly smile and gleaming eyes of the not so young bus driver.
“Thank you!” I replied with a smile and made my way further into the vehicle.
“The door won’t close, especially if you stand there any longer!” was the first announcement I got to hear on my 10/15 minute ride. The words were kind, not the way they can be at times. Continue reading “The Bus Driver #WeeklySmile”