Funny. I never thought I'd like pressure washing as much as I did.

I ended up working all this week, at the same garden center that I've worked at for the last...cripes, 3 years maybe?

This little chore I had was simple, but I never thought it'd make my mind race as quickly as it did.

"Hey Brittany, can you do me a favour? If I give you the pressure washer, can you wash off the stones that we just put in under the fence line?"

"Sure thing, it's no problem."

These stones were small, and were neatly set up under the fence in the front, where the shrubs and small trees are kept. After I figured out the pressure washer and everything, I turned it on, and proceeded to wash off the stones.

I was blown away.

Under these plain, sandy brown stones, was a hue of colour; orange, pinks, whites and blues, all assorted stone.

A single fact elated me.

The fact that with a flick of my wrist, a blast of water, I could turn something so plain, so lifeless, into something of colour, of life...I suddenly found myself enjoying the chore even more. So much more, in fact, that I even pressure washed the stones that had found themselves scattered in the driveway.

And yet, there was something else I noticed...something that I should have noticed over the course of my 19 years of aimless wandering on this Earth...have you ever noticed that when the sky is a grey blue, preparing for the storm...the grass and plants seem more colourful, more...filled with vibrancy?

There is a certain beauty here. The way the grass lights up when the sky is no longer happy, ready to weep...the grass, the plants...they are opportunists, waiting for the right time to show their true colours, their true beauty. Sure, it seems a bit cruel waiting for such, and yet ignorance, in this case, is certainly bliss.

7:30pm.

Driving on the highway towards my sister's. The sky is still a grey blue, ready to open up at any moment.