Mulberries on a Concrete Pavement.

There's something so fascinating about this photo of a concrete splattered with mulberries. The beauty of the mulberry is that the tree is not outstanding in terms of looks, it's exceptionally shady and has these little berries that are hidden near its leaves. The flavour of these fruits range from the delicate (white mulberries) to rich and unique (dark purple). The sad thing about these fruits is that they will not ripen further after being picked, when ripe, they are soft, juicy, don't travel well and bruise easily. The best ways to enjoy them are to actually own a tree, or know someone that does and pick them straight off the tree, savour them neat or in a jam, with simple vanilla ice-cream or custard.

So why is this post about mulberries on a concrete pavement? We always forget the small things in life which are special. We take for granted the things we see everyday. Sometimes forgetting its touch, smell, the lovely shape and colour. Mulberries are common in temperate countries sometimes on the side of a street. It's purple dye splattered on the concrete floor is commonly seen, its fruit lying there waiting its impending doom seems just too sad. That's how sometimes I see relationships. When things were new, free and every experience fresh, you realise how unique someone is and over time, we forget what makes that person special. Our senses become dull to that person.

He/She becomes another mulberry on a concrete ground. Recognised, yet indistinct. Unique and forgotten. Wasting our time towards an end that we are uncertain of; when, how, why. Together with our compatriots, we weave a tapestry of a life forgotten, could have been beautiful, delicate, fragile and sweet with no one to savour. A potential wasted.