It was only a matter of hours.
The sunflower who had stood so tall, a full head taller than me, regal and commanding, had turned her gaze towards the earth instead of the stars.
I’d come back to take a daytime image of her.
I expected her to be smiling at the sun, chin held high as it had been the night before. But there she was smiling down at me, bowed, chin tucked.
Nothing stays the same. She was beautiful as ever.