morning
sunshine
Mogwai
“Kids Will Be Skeletons”…and…
just as the song was ending…

… almost in perceptible… slow… motion…

an orchid blossom detaches itself from the stem
and floats…
… gently…

down… drift… down…
to the floor
resting in silence
forever

a magical moment to remember
but, like the blossom
memory too will fade
gently
down… drift… down

beauty
so fragile
tomorrow
will be forgotten