Everything is in flux: a perennial state of becoming.
Has the rush of life made me so impatient that I am missing the intermediate stages?
I watch every new bulbous curve.
I watch the softness of flesh bursting with life.
I watch the elegant sweep of form.
I am your witness.
Take your time, dear flower. Unfurl yourself in your own sweet time. I am in no rush.
Beauty lies in the unfolding.
Live in color,
An image alone sometimes feels insufficient, that’s where Musings come in. A space where words and images come together to tell the story.
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