Here in Fort Worth, we have biking and walking paths along the Trinity River, up and down the river for a total of 27 miles.
I was out with my camera one day - probably ten years ago now, and came across this ... moment ... as I passed along the river trail under the Main Street viaduct. There was a bench by the side of the river, with a dopp bag and a yellow rose waiting on one end of the bench seat. The rose had begun to wither at that point - clearly it was Summer or close to it - and the dopp bag was empty. Nothing else anywhere near but a petal that had blown off the rose. One or the other, and it would've been easy to imagine one tidy scenario or another. An empty dopp bag or maybe a small cosmetics bag and a single rose. What was their connection and what brought them to that place?
No telling. An individual? A couple? Forgetfulness? Frustration? Someone with a very old story or maybe someone with some baggage they felt it was time to let go of ... not a clue.
A picture may be worth a thousand words, but these words are a puzzle.
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