I’m quiet when it is December; probably the best month for self-reflection. As I attempt to step back from my own pride and selfishness, my surroundings become clearer. I can smell the rain before it falls. The vulnerable feeling however unsettling at first, dissipates once I feel the raindrops land on the tip of my nose— a cool comfort.
The petals of a Diphylleia Grayi (skeleton flower) turns transparent when it is wet. As they dry after the rain, they become white again. Perhaps its the seasons’ way of reminding me that, whether rain or shine, storms or rainbows, good or bad, I have to step back, resign to fate and weather it all.