A delicate spot of color in the form of a slumbering spring blossom on supple bed of moss.
The delicate and fragile blossom lay in the soft bed of moss. If was damaged or dying it was brave enough not to show it. Its bright magenta pink petals of velvet remained as vibrant as ever, and even the moss cleared a small pace for it to land in. The flower was taken by winds or wilds, or some other means, from a nearby bush. To me, on this grey, gloomy, and particularly bleak excuse for a day, that it was still sleeping. Just lying there, waiting to wake. Indeed it looks surreal, out of place if not delicacy then in color for certain. Dropping to my knee I snapped a bright spot of color on an otherwise drab day.
Looking back I wonder how recently I came upon that dream of a flower since it left its branch, and how long did it carry on lying there sleeping, silken and serene? It looked so soft and comfortable, and if your dream was as pleasing as a spring blossom in a bed of supple wet moist, how long would it take for you to wake?
Taken in Arashyiama, Japan Camera: Nikon D3100