Five Roses at a Café in Phayao

In a small café somewhere in Phayao, I found five roses.
Different colors. Different moods.
Placed on shelves, windowsills, and tables — as if someone had quietly decorated the place with feeling instead of furniture.

I forgot the name of the café.
But I remember the roses.

Blush pink
The kind of flower you’d place on a breakfast tray, next to warm tea and a note.

Bright and cheerful.
It lit up the shelf like a smile.

Sometimes, beauty doesn’t shout.
It simply waits — on a table, in the corner of a quiet café, for someone to notice.
That morning in Phayao, I did.

Near the window, catching the softest light.
A single red rose — steady, certain.
Like a moment you don’t question.

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Have you ever found beauty in an unexpected place? I’d love to hear your story in the comments.