i don't want to miss a thing...

it's like i have my own secret garden today... 

normally i hate mornings-- getting up, getting dressed, getting going; it's a drag, it's a chore, and it never. seems. to stop. ugh.
but today is different. today i'm up an hour before i need to be, and of my own volition. coffee is on the brain, but not in the making; today, i have something more important to do than jumpstart my wandering mind.

it's the morning after a long night of rain and a set of crazy storms; the sky is hazy, foggy, muggy. heavy. still thickly clouded, threatening us all with another mighty deluge, and a muted red color from the hidden sunrise. my mum's roses are beautiful. they are covered in tiny drops of condensation -- rain? dew? i don't know. it's lovely, though, and since i haven't been keeping up with this, i'm going to take pictures. even though they're out of focus. even though the color is off. even though they don't do justice to the breathtaking, delicate perfection of the drops of liquid poised so very precariously on the filmy peach petals, i have to try. 

it's too pretty to ignore.