365 Days (Part 1) | ✓

177. How Does Your Garden Grow

177. How Does Your Garden Grow? Write about a flower that grows in an unusual place.

And I've never seen anyone like her. She was so simple; just a girl. There was nothing complicated or complex about her. She didn't challenge me mentally or physically. She was utterly extraordinary, except that she loved.

That was just it. She loved. She loved everything. She pointed to the clouds and remarked on how fluffy they were. She loved the scent of wet dirt. She got so excited about this perfect rainbow... You would have thought it streaked across the sky just for her. And you know, maybe it did. Maybe it was her rainbow because no one else loved it as much as she did.

I think that's what was special about her. Things were hers, not because she took them, but because she belonged to them first.

She didn't have a lot of friends or a little. She was one of the girls that existed on the sidelines. But I liked her. Something about her attracted me. I remember when we took a walk through the neighborhood... Her eyes never stopped moving. I never thought that so much beauty could exist in an ordinary suburban neighborhood, but it did. In her eyes, it did, and loving her let me see the world in her eyes just a fraction of a bit, and oh my, what a wonderful world it was.

The funny thing was: She learned these eyes. She wasn't born looking at the world like it was lovely. It was a trait she acquired. It was something light that rose like a phoenix out of her own deathly ashes.

It was the most heroic thing he had ever seen. She chose to look for beauty where she could. The sky, the colors in someone's eyes, the little flower poking through the cracks on the concrete... And to find beauty, he looked at her.