Let's write about: growth.
Because I was excited to see our garlic peeking out of the garden soil this afternoon. We had a very cold snap in November and had been worried it had killed off the garlic we'd planted. Very relieved to discover that's not the case.
The man stared at his reflection in the still lake and frowned. He remained in his crouch, lost in thought, until rain drops began their assault on the water, distorting the image.
With a grunt he raised himself to his full height, leaning heavily on his cane. He looked around the park, saw mothers and daughters running for cover and cars, shook his head. What did they have to worry about?
It wasn't like they had hair growing out of every damned orifice.
With a soft sigh, he began the long walk back to his room in the hospital, wondering if the nurse would be willing to trim his nose hair.