Fragility

There has been something bubbling inside of me all day. I haven't talked about it to anyone.

So, I've held it in.

But this photo is evidence of when and where the feeling started. This morning in the garden.

I could hear the engine running, I blocked out the sound, it was mildly irritating to me. I continued to snap away, dew on flowers, morning sunlight. It felt good, if only someone would turn that engine off.

And then I turned around and saw the yellow and green times two.

The green suits busy, in and out of their house, serious faces.

It didn't take me long to work it out, either it's Les or Rene.

It felt wrong to stay in the garden to watch, so I retreated to the kitchen, and watched Les being led out of his house with the crew.

So it's Rene, and I now know that it's terminal.

Life is so fragile.