Prelude
A lion and her cubs, and a woman with a flower. Each create the same feeling. Beautiful, timeless and golden within the eyes of the beholder.
However, what if the lion walks her final years, and the flower is the last before snowfall litters the ground? Then the emotions change, evolve, into bitter sweetness.
Cubs romp and rough house as the lioness’s backside disappears into the underbrush forgotten. Once supple, vibrant petals shrivel and fade to the same brown as the earth they had grown from. The beauty, albeit fleeting, all the worthwhile if even it’s for the last time.
