The Purple Glove

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom" -Anais Nin

I took these shots at one of our local parks where Superman and I hike. This glove was lying beside the trail, alone. I knew there was a story buried within the regal, faded, purple fingers. It was a well loved, well used glove. No it was a well loved, well used purple glove. I wanted to know the purple glove's story.

I wondered....
who did it belonged to...
a woman or a man...
had this person been working on the trail or simply hiking...
would they discover it missing when they got home, and come back to look for it...
who was this person who wore this distinctly, colorful glove...

I want my life to look like this purple glove when it is over. Well loved, well used, and purple. Royally purple. A glove that had learned how to open itself, and blossom in life, and labor, and love, and laughter.