This jasmine arch is the gateway to the park where I go for my early morning jog. I’m never quite sure which does me more good — the run itself, or the vision and scent that welcome me at the entrance.
The birdsong adds to the magic. And then there’s the morning air — though not cool this morning. This was one of the first truly warm days of a May that has surprised everyone with its generosity.
But I watched with a touch of sadness too. Jasmine doesn’t linger. A week, perhaps, and then it will be gone — the scent, the magnificence, all of it. Until next year.
The simple things we so easily forget. And the fleeting ones we forget even faster.
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