Flowers

Today I walked down a boulevard lined with dogwoods. They were shedding their pink petals profusely. The petals were lying in drifts against the curb like snowbanks. I stopped for a moment to take a handful. A man came jogging by in the other direction, so I threw a cloud of pink petals into his path. His response was a startled, over-the-shoulder "Sorry." Way to kill the magic, random jogger. Here I arrange for your life to be a Disney movie for one brief moment and all you can do is be surprised and reflexively apologetic. That's the last time I orchestrate an unexpected shower of flower petals for a random stranger. Ingrates.