It is funny, sad and strange how beauty is always fleeting. It shines steadily, stuns and twirls before your eyes. So near yet you can never touch, so close but in another world. Then, twirling, momentary beauty, it disappears, never to be seen again. The viewer, still stunned, begs, pleads to merely behold a moment longer and realizing only memory will be served, sighs and stares a million.

Everything else lingers. Unnecessarily.