The flower looks out, searching the setting sun; as I look on in wonder.
I am surrounded by clues to the real source of love.
Striations show the layers we develop over time, exposing both strength and character; and our weaknesses.
We are all heading somewhere. Time to notice … perhaps.
Perhaps the best bridges allow passage by two means.
Some leaves turn early, readying themselves for a long winter,
While other bask in a late summer.