There’s a flower standing alone against the stone garden wall. In spite of winter’s imminent ‘bite’, she continues to remain.

So proud of all that she is – though, more so, of what she has yet to become.

It matters, not – what might be or has passed. Rather, simply that she may continue to ‘be’.

What we do, depends on what we ‘see’.

To some, the unforgiving harshness of the season’s will and whim. While to others, a contemplation of life always beginning.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️