Why Don’t You Stop?

The sun picked out this dandelion and made it bright with its rays. I noticed and inside I said, “Wow!” But I ran on. Another prod came. “Why don’t you stop…and take a picture?” I strode purposefully on but began to waver. Two workmen painting the curb red for No Parking were ready to help me cross the street safely. But I stopped, turned on my heel, parked myself in front of this blaze of glory, and took not one but several photos. And this moment of noticing and embracing turned out to be the best part of my day. Why don’t you stop?