As he finished his trail jog,
a woman with a large camera
asked him if there were any
wild flowers along the way.

“No, too early.” She put her
large camera in the car be-
cause it was starting to
drizzle. They chatted awhile,

made connections as people
tend to do. When the rain
came down a little harder,
they said goodbye. He wonder-

ed when the lovely, fragile,
Lady Slippers, once again,
would grace the trails. The
thought made him smile.