Another day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air. This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph. The Christmas decorating goes on without us. We are chasing the golden warmth of the sun. Quieter times.
Swiftly seasons pass –
grasp each moment with delight,
winter comes too soon.
(Submitted for Cee’s FOTD)