Impatiens

Impatiens Today, on the road into town, touch me nots hovered all around. They glided even in the absence of a breeze up and down, to and fro. They dotted the air like snowflakes falling up from a meadow before falling down back toward the ground. I pulled my truck over, got out, and stood amidst them. They fell around me fighting for flight so light that a brush of my hand sent them rushing on through their plight. Impatiens are wonderful flowers giving themselves up in beautiful showers more vibrant, it seems, in death then in life.