There’s nothing particularly striking about this photo at first glance. Just a flower box tucked against a weathered wall. A few green leaves still stubbornly clinging on, others browned and curled, caught mid-fall. It’s the kind of street element you pass without noticing, or maybe glimpse and forget. And yet, it’s a portrait — not of a person, but of a moment in life. That in-between moment.When you’re no longer young, but not yet old.Not blooming, not dying. Just… suspended. There’s resilience in the remaining green, still pushing out colour despite the changing cycle. But there’s no hiding the signs of decline. Age creeps in at the edges first —…