broken and beautiful.

I sit here, the comfortably heavy feeling that follows a hearty meal flowing through my body just as the sunlight still floods the world outside my window. The days are lengthening, expanding into summer.

Blossoms fade now, giving place to shiny green leaves that unfurl to the skies; stretching, reaching for the warm food of the sun. It is as if the whole world opens.

Yet blown on the soft breeze are the fallen petals - pieces of yesterday, reminders of the pattern of growth - the death that precedes new life.

And even those broken things are beautiful.