Moments — well it's Valentine's Day again...
Just to be clear, this is not about me piling onto the anti-Valentine's Day sentiment that is out there — I believe that love is probably the greatest human pursuit we have going and I support it in all its forms (even if sometimes it's represented by overpriced meals and twenty-five dollar roses).
This is about roses, and not the twenty-five dollar kind — it's here that I ask you to indulge me for a moment.
My experience over the years has me looking at roses by colour because, believe it or not, colour does matter when it comes to roses. I have simplified it in my little boy brain and it goes something like this — a red rose means love, a white rose means worthy of love, and a yellow rose means friendship (or out of love)... so if you are a purest (and put stock in this) you never really want to get a yellow rose unless everyone involved has an understanding of said friendship status.
I have always been partial to the white rose because it's a reminder that we are all worthy of love, and that this great pursuit comes in so many shapes and sizes. I will also say, I've always liked the way the great Louis Armstrong symbolically said it —
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by