Oh, she was magnificent.
There were only a few of her kind left, in the unlikely event that you could group her into a category.
Most days, she was singular. Spectacular. Or at least she used to be. But, as the full sunlight and the mirror in front of her illuminated the truth about her fading beauty, she stared.
“Who is this woman?” she wondered.
Gone was the glow of her once-radiant skin — skin that used to outshine the string of heirloom pearls that graced her neck and the teardrop ear-bobs dangling from once-creamy lobes with their subtle luminescence.
The wrinkles startled her.
They were familiar, but today they seemed foreign. She tugged at the neckline of her dress.
“Chin up,” she reminded herself and involuntarily straightened. (Mindless adages such as this had once been a daily mantra in the days gone by, when posture and perkiness went hand in hand.) She didn’t even have to think about it back then…
“I was beautiful once, wasn’t I?” she asked of no one in particular.
The sun was unmerciful in it’s reply.
She knew full well that she could never return to the glory days… days of handsome young men vying for her attention… and nights of even more attention.
Still, she smiled.
“Ah, youth…” she mused out loud, again to no one in particular. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
(This little bit of fiction was brought to you by someone who has finally grown comfortable in their skin, wrinkles and all. It’s a nice place to be.)
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Here are some of the flowers that brightened my world recently. Enjoy!
Courtesy of Russ’s sister’s flower garden. (Whatever they’re called.)
Here’s another one… I do know they’re irises.
Beautiful, brilliant lilies.
Another shot for your viewing pleasure.
Don’t have a clue what these are, but they hold such promise. As do we all.
Untangle that joy!
(In yourself… and in your beauty!)
Finally… one last look at the blossom that inspired this post.
They may be done for the season, but I’m not.
Embracing beauty at every age,
(I hope you do, too!)