As you might expect, I think a lot about length of life, quality of life, and our unique (or maybe not-so-unique) life purpose.
On our recent desert vacation at a dude ranch, we saw this cactus flower in bloom.
Apparently, it blooms for just one day. But what a magnificent bloom.
I was rooting for it to open again on day 2, though very grateful that I got to see it when it did flower.
This, of course, makes me think about those of us who have thorny lives yet still bloom. And those among us whose bloom is far too brief, yet still beautiful, and how lucky we are to witness their bloom.