Gravid – The Bloom is Gone

Sometimes transition is a hard thing, like this flower, past beauty, now gravid with tomorrows life.

Sunrise, and sunset.

We are the children of those that came before us. With eyes closed we can see backwards, in time, to the very beginning of those lives. We can see their existence as part of our own lives, and now they are gone. Part of our life has ceased being, except as memories already fading. We can no longer smell the flower that was there, or hear the laugh of a father friend.

Look to your children, your friends, and rejoice in the present. Hold them, and love them, for tomorrow they will feel as you do now.

Jack Foster Mancilla – LensLord™ – Home –