Cloudy days pass, and fortunately come again
Yep, & like it or not, decay's good, else the world would be chest deep in chicken feathers.
Memento Mori, like it or not, gotta make room for the next generation and the nextitty next.
Memento Mori, based on personal experience and that of others (reads.), one seriously contemplates such at least thrice; as a teen, around fifteen, later, with better, longer perspective, maybe fifty five, closer scrutiny, eighty five.
Memento Mori. Can't and don't speak for anyone else but, me, accepting such makes each day, each hour more precious and a joy.
I love this. You capture everything so beautifully.
Beautiful and sad, Ms. Cedar. Thank you for sharing. 🙇♂️
This is so impactful. WOW, just, WOW. Thank you.