It’s hard to explain how it feels when you are used to having roses all around you and suddenly you no longer have the pleasure of having a garden full of them, casting their beautiful shadow of radiance all around. This summer I can say that once again my world smells of roses. It’s been a long and windy road to get here…The red ones especially seem to pick up an eerie glow tonight from our smoky skies and sun, it reminds me that our forests are on fire and there is no time to grieve for roses.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.”
― Alan Moore