Life is this glorious fleeting thing that makes no sense
I light a match. The flame burns brightly. With this flame I light candles, as many candles as I have available will be lit from that single match, without any loss to the first flame.
And then we blow the candles out.
The gift of life, no matter our circumstances, is this precious thing. Fleeting. Glorious simply for being life.
A butterfly, a bird, a whale, a dolphin.
A human.
And then we are gone.
Like the flame.
Like my beautiful friend Lara whose flame went out last night.
Burn brightly, dear friends. Our time is precious.
Photo taken June 12th 2022
