Flowers near perfectly embody this glorious temporariness, where everything is constantly turning into everything else. Through the temporary the permanent is maintained. Through the mortal the immortal is glimpsed. And by their mere existence, which is infinite in beauty and possibility, if limited in time and materiality, they make further life all the more possible. And, perhaps more importantly, enjoyable.
secretly missing S, what we had, and what could’ve happened back then… see you in another life dear.. 🌾