Fleeting Moment

Yesterday morning, I saw flowers on the street, already falling down from the tree and suddenly I felt that it was unfortunate for such beauty go wasted. So I pick up one of them and bring it with me. I felt somewhat happy afterward.

Looked at this beautiful thing, I remembered about this. I hope I could preserve the smell, the color and the shape but the fleeting moment of this flower that makes it beautiful.


Side note:
1. I make a pressed flower from it, the first pressed flower ever (outside school assignments).
2. I wonder how about taking fallen flowers like this everyday and decorating my desktop monitor with them.