The fall of flowers The dark, gray sky announced that it was time for watering the immense trees in front of me, whose branches looked like hands asking for water. The wind was very gentle, almost imperceptible but still present and causing the subtle disruption in that conglomeration of odor and color Descending from the branches , the flowers seemed to perform a kind of symmetrically prepared dance to impact everyone who dared to pause their daily routine Exposed to everything that is rude , the flowers swirled , descending to their final destination , providing a natural cover to the stony seriousness around Ephemeral and divine tapestry from my eyes , from the soil , shelter and food for tiny life forms , no less impacted by the abundance available I was at the exact moment and place when , spinning , the flower that was coming down touched me , feeling blessed by sync...
