A Bolkonsky Moment.
Sitting alone one morning enjoying my coffee I glanced over and beheld this scene. The beautiful blossoms next to dead ones. I began to wonder if there was some meaning in this scene which then reminded me of Prince Andrey Bolkonsky in Tolstoi's epic novel War & Peace who spent pages ruminating about the meanings of life, love, and about everything else but the kitchen sink just by looking into the trees. Too early in the morning for that amount of effort. Then I remembered that I'd better water the plant in the kitchen window or else it too would have that dead look. That thought too was soon overtaken by other events and forgotten.