Okay, so it is not pretty. It is not sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. Yet it is life. And death. It masks the mood of today. A perfect commentary actually. The skies are cloudy and the mood is somber and it is all a struggle. A fly is sucking on my eyeball. This connective tissue connects us all. Lizzard dies and fly lives and the cycle continues and there IS a beauty in that. A beauty that sees beyond the surface to the reds and yellows of a fly's armor, the violets of the flower's leaf. And to love Nature's beauty and revel in Her majesty, we must accept Her destruction and Her power. There is solace and redemption in Her rhythms. There is knowledge that the sun will rise tomorrow.