Sad to say, but the amaryllis’s lush petals are desiccating, and the cycle of life continues to unfurl.
And the snow is, pfft, liquified.
And I know that a certosa is the Italian term for a Carthusian monastery, which in English is a charterhouse. And the Carthusians are a Roman Catholic order who live like hermits. Their motto, apparently: Stat crux dum volvitur orbis, Latin for “The Cross is steady while the world is turning.”
The world turns, life unfurls—same thing, ¿no?