Life's Delicate

Been away too long.  Too caught up in the mundane things in life.  Spent some time this week reflecting.  It's Agnes' birthday this week.  Almost 30 years since she died but I still remember.  The pain, it doesn't go away.  It just lingers around, reminding me of life's frailty.

I looked at a spider lily the other day and saw the delicate part of this gentle flower. The drooping white petals.  The thin stalks of the orange stamens, and somewhere in middle, the single filament stretches.

In the afternoon that day, a storm blew by and practically destroyed the flowers.

The frailty of life.