Fleeting Indeed

Just three days ago it was a botanical symbol of defiance against the winds and weather.

But beauty is fleeting and the winds are relentless.

You can see a few wisps of spider webs attached now – they seem to be everywhere in the last few days.

The only thing that never changes is change itself. I guess the heat death of the universe will, by definition, finally end that. But I suspect I won’t be here to see it.

But I will be here the next time this rose, or any of the others along the driveway, or in the neighbors’ yards decide to blossom and amaze the world with their own individual, spectacular, fragrant explosion of beauty.