The beauty is always there.
You just have to get outside.
And look for it.
Boston has had an unusually warm month so far.
And on one of my recent strolls in the Public Garden.
I noticed the roses.
The leaves are dropping steadily.
But these blooms resist the fall.
The frost will kill them soon.
But their beauty will live on.
In our hearts.
Where all beautiful things endure.