Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Things of great beauty are often frail:
Sometimes things that aren’t so beautiful are also quite fragile:
What I’m learning, as I grow older, is that life itself is fragile, not matter what life-stage one may be experiencing. Someone once loved that old lady, when she was young and beautiful and full of energy. Someone loved that shlumping old house, building it with anticipation of perhaps bringing home a new bride, of rearing a family there. Maybe at one time it was a lovely yard, graced with shade trees and colorful flowers.
We need to treasure life. It is fragile. Handle it with care.