Not every flower is meant to bloom beneath the warmth of spring.
Some discover their beauty in quieter seasons — when the air grows colder, the light softens, and strength is found in endurance rather than perfection.
Even in moments of change, fading, or solitude, there is still richness waiting to be seen.
Like autumn leaves turning gold before they let go, this piece honors the kind of beauty that arrives after growth, not before it.
— Farah Tahhan
