He walked toward it slowly. Reaching the porch, he crouched down in front of the flower, touching the yellow petals gently, sunwarm against his fingertips. Rebirth. Perseverance. Color. Life. Everything important in the smallest packages. He smiled, and for the first time in a long time, felt something right itself in his chest. “Well,” he said, “if you can do it, I suppose I can too.”
