Fleeting moments

I'm not one for taking photographs of flowers. These particular flowers though, they were planted by someone who is about to step away from my life. She's a wonderful person and I'll miss her dearly. But I can't help but think these flowers are a metaphor for our relationship. These flowers spring from bulbs that precariously perch themselves atop a small handful of stones and a drop of water and they grow at an alarming rate. Today they grew somewhere around 3 inches or so. Incredible. And they produce these beautiful flowers for a few days and then they die. You pop the bulbs back into whatever cloth sack you might find handy and wait again until next year.

I've known Sabina for essentially a year and she's a good egg. I'll miss her.