It is all over. Finished.
After a period of happiness, beauty, things change so quickly.
I shall miss what was, but the memory will be here for me to remember. I will return many times to recall what was.
This afternoon the first bloom closed as quickly as it opened. Yes Jill, in your comment you said things are happening in two’s, and so the bloom lasted two days.
Could it be that I was the cause of death of the bloom, because I pollinated by hand the two blooms? Once the stamen had received the pollen, there was no need for the flower to attract bugs or insects, the aroma and flower had done their job.
The End. The cactus bloom dies.
As I watch, the second bloom is closing, dying off.
Walking down the shopping center of any town center in any country of the world, shops close down, disappear.
Listening to our favourite CD music come to an end, the last track, as it surely will.
The film finishes.
We read the last word of the last chapter of a good book.
So everything will come to an end.
Just like the cactus blooms, the beauty, the memories will last with us forever.
See It arrived, sorry opened, Just like a bus, Little pieces of beauty and Another bloom coming.