Age before Beauty

Taken from our garden and placed in a vase, this flower slowly wilted, yet in its fading form, I saw a new kind of elegance. Its drooping petals cascaded like the folds of an elegant ballroom gown, full of movement and grace. Bathed in the soft, indirect, light from the dining room window, it seemed to take on a quiet, poetic presence - proof that even in decay, there is beauty.