noticing

The gravel shifted under my weight as I kicked a few pebbles and heard them scatter.  The road ahead seemed long and uphill.  I only had fifteen short minutes to walk during my lunch break. Inhaling I smelled the evergreens that lined the drive.  Infused with calm, I began to notice the woods, the different shades of green and the ferns once tight now unfurled.  Then. This.  I stopped. Wild strawberry blossoms. Soon the petals will give way to sweet little berries that stain my fingers with fragrance that lingers. My step lightened as I was transported to the empty lot next door to my childhood home where I discovered the tiny blossoms hidden under the brambles, impatiently waiting for fruit.