On my gentle walkabout yesterday, I saw a yellow hibiscus bush. Of all possible yellows, this one is my favourite. I walked at a time when the heat of the day has finally passed—about twenty minutes before sunset. At this hour, the air feels neither too warm nor too cool. My skin merges with the ambient air, as long as I do not move too fast. It feels like stealth. If I really tuned in to this feeling, I fancy I could disappear entirely from view.
Today I spent shuttered away with my audiobook. I confused my dog by not being at my desk, by not busying myself with housework beyond a rudimentary sweep, but not saying much.
I had one constructive thought—these are normally uttered in the kitchen when I am refilling the kettle—at the end of this day of inaction, which coincided with the end of the audiobook: I can write whatever I like.
Sure I can, but today, stasis was the preferred way of being. That is all.
©2025 Allison Wright
Your reflection on your yellow hibiscus is inspiring. Thank you!
This week my orange one inspired an haiku:
A ripe cantaloupe
Reincarnated as an
Orange hibiscus 😊