There were so many of these whirling around in the air during the storm few evenings ago. I curiously tried to identify their source, from what tree or bush the playful wind had unpinned and then, scattered them around. But I could not see - and it did not matter.
For as they spun dervish-like, they resembled snowflakes-and it momentarily and bizarrely appeared that it was snowing during summer. And then, one of them absently drifted into our balcony…and stayed put on the floor, not melting. I picked and brought it inside. And there it was: both a gift and souvenir from a summer storm.
Such ephemeral beauty. Teaches us to appreciate them all the more I guess. Love the simplicity of the photograph.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Priya...we often experience these moments of ephemeral beauty - and then, they are relegated to our memory bank with so many other such moments and memories. I thought I would preserve this one, at least, the virtual equivalent of pressing a flower between pages of a book...
Very sensitive portrayal Priyanka, I have preserved many such gifts from nature.
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Padmaja and nice to hear that you have preserved many such gifts...I preserved this little sprig (flower?) on sheer impulse and so very glad that I did.