I have been in a somewhat melancholy-hopeless-romantic-mood as of late. So perhaps that would explain why this December rose stood out so much to me. There was something so beautiful, yet sad, about the tiny rose I found. The only color in a sea of greys and browns. I happen to be of the opinion that the rose wouldn't be a fraction as beautiful without its thorns, so this solitary bloom positively popped in a bush of pure thorns.
This unusually warm weather we Michigan-dwellers are having must have enticed her out. I'm just grateful I had my camera with me when I happened by it, so I could share this last remnant of fair weather before the snow begins to fly.