SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

Their faces were turned toward the sun.

The few remaining pansies in last year's summer planter still on the deck managed to unfurl their lovely petals, emblazon with deep purples.

They had persevered through the cold winter days, sometimes sadly peeking up from beneath the snow, for this season of rebirth. Now, sprouting forth with all the bravado a tough little flower could muster, they showed the world they had made it!

I sat looking at their often taken-for-granted beauty and thought about their determination to live.

I shook off my worries and turned my head upward to bask in the sun.