Withered roses

There is beauty in a story. Whether you see it at the time or long after. There is beauty in a rose, when it's growing, when it blooms, and long after. Time catches us all. Whether we are aware or not. There is beauty in the presence of time, in the stillness of a story. In a wrinkle, a scar, in the weathered petals of a once vibrant rose. There is beauty in growing older, if your story is full of wonder and love and loss and perfect imperfections. All things have stories. All people. All you have to do is choose to listen, and dare to ask. Be brave friends. Today is a brand new day.