When the Dust SettlesSave Favorites
There's such beauty in a skull.
What once supported a life that ran, slept, breathed, ate and struggled to live, surrounded by the chaos of survival ... the chaos then ceased for this creature. Even as his flesh became sustenance for other lives, the skull remained. Now ignored and bleached by the sun, it remains lovely in its structure, its curves, the fine translucency of the cranium.
When all else has passed away and the dust swirls in the wind, there is still beauty in what remains.