Saturday 8 August 2015

8 August 2015

There is a morning glory at the park near the beach (which I mentioned in the previous blog).

It streaches bluish petals strongly in the morning as if it uses all the energy it has.  Some time only one flower blooms, and the other time many do.  Every time when when I pass the street by jogging, I think if I will see the flowers again tomorrow.
As the morning glory, we live each day.


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