While I came to the small pond, the early bloom water lily had withered and fallen, only some petals left upon the water. I picked up a petal casually, examined her by the sunlight, and put her back into the pond afterwards. Let her drifting, spinning, or grounding, as her wish.
On the Ancestors-Memorial Day (April, 5) we had bought some lily flowers for our past relatives. So with the sunlight outside of the widow, and the original painted wall and black cardboard as background, I took some pictures to record their gestures.