Roses in the Desert

I could write about a Sanders supporter calling Hillary a whore.  I could write about the Chibok girls, missing in Nigeria for two long years.  I could write about the Trump kids feeling really really bad about not registering to vote for their dad in the primary.

I could, I suppose, but what is there to say that hasn't been said?  I can't come up with an original thought.  I'm furious, I'm impotent, it's systemic, and no one seems surprised any more.   We know what to expect.

It was depressing, so I went outside.

 And I was surprised.

Who knew that roses grew in the desert? 

Certainly, I did not.   

These blooms are on the same plant, another surprise.

They appear here in sequence, growing older as you scroll down.

From orange to through red to pink.... more surprises.

This new one beside the first one gives me hope.

If only the world were as delightfully surprising... Hillary and John Kasich would run a civilized campaign, the schoolgirls would walk out of the jungle with smiles on their untouched faces, and Donald Trump would be a footnote.

A girl can dream, after all.