This may be a type of lavender or a butterfly bush; I’m not sure. But I love the deep color and the way it sways in the breeze. A gentleness to it that soothes a ragged day.
A day of finishing one thing and beginning another. A day of losing something; a day of gaining something else.
At dusk, we run our fingers through the lavender at the edge of someone’s yard. We slide it through our hands to gather the scent and bring us gently into the night…
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