I bought this extremely fragrant basket of pink hyacinths last week with the intent of photographing them in their prime. My head and my heart were in excruciating turmoil and I missed the blooms in their prime of beauty...or so I thought. Even though they are past the point at which most would observers say they are most beautiful, there is still something so beautiful about them. Their color has intensified. The edges are curling. The stems are drooping. Their fragrance is fading.Studying the blooms this morning with my camera, I realized: It's almost a mirror of my romance that has recently ended. It has expired...and faded...and sadly....is withering away into dust.
I will miss you, Russell.
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