That night was so quiet. The wind blew gently through the leaves, carrying the scent of wet earth that remained from the afternoon's rain. In the corner of the small garden in my yard, a petal that was previously closed slowly opened, like taking a deep breath before greeting the world.
The pink roses, which had only been budding for the last few days, were now blooming gracefully. It was as if he chose the night as his stage, where he danced without the distraction of sunlight. The petals are soft white with a pink tint at the edges, as if dyed by a loving invisible hand.
I stood nearby, mesmerized by the beauty presented before me. The courtyard lights were too dim to capture its splendor with the naked eye. So, without hesitation, I took my phone out of my pocket and turned on the camera. With one flash of light, that beauty was immortalized.
On my cellphone screen, the little miracle was clearly visible. Every fold of the petals, every gradation of color, even the subtle shadow of the leaves behind it is a silent witness that true beauty can emerge in unexpected moments - in the silence of the night, in the midst of the wind, in a moment that was almost forgotten, if only I hadn't had the chance. catch him.
Now, every time I look at that photo, I am reminded that miracles can happen at any time, even on a dark night.
