She looked at the pictures on the screen.
She stared as the images billowed and flowed one after the other.
Her heart plunged into the frozen realities captured in the photos.
She marvelled at the joy and laughter she saw in the still images of her former self.
She felt the deep pang of jealousy and envy.
She thought she had gotten over it.
She sighed and shrugged, a sheepish smile lighting her face.
She couldn’t stop the sands of time.
She had changed.
She pulled out her phone and took a selfie.
Her grinning face confirmed it.
It was okay, she realised.
There was something softer, wiser and restful in her countenance.
Life had happened, but she still smelled the roses.
That was enough, she thought.