The Lady & The Morning Glory

The lady stepped out of her door expecting the unwelcomed chill that was as surprising to others as the warmth of the day before.  She glanced briefly at the sky knowing she would only see the gray of the overcast.  She walked slowly down the granite stairs holding on the the black iron handrail stopping only when she noticed the solitary bloom and heart-shapped leaf.  She starred at the horn of the flower and marvelled at how the stem twisted around the handrail and held on tight as if fearing a slip on the cold stone steps.  The only noticable color of the scene being her red hair, the blue of the flower and the green of the leaf.  Heart shapped as if signifying her love of Morning Glories since her youthful days.  Days that were not so long ago after all.  She knew tomorrow the sun would return and her hooded coat would be retired to the back of the hallway closet.  Were her camera waited.  Patiently.