Wilting flower.

Some of the colors are still vibrant. A few of the petals remain soft and pliant. But the peak of perfection is past, and we are left with the withering, the drying, the veins and wilt of oncoming winter.

Fading beauty is beauty nonetheless. Sometimes I think I should start a blog called Lacrimae Rerum.

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  1. [...] of Winter or because of it. The slight tinge of melancholy in its beauty, the way it evokes “the tears of things,” the sadness of the lovely and transitory made all the more poignant by the grim grey and [...]