sometimes while commuting on the train, something small and seemingly innocuous catches my eye; and for whatever reason it just resonates within my mind and soul, growing into a small ball of energy and tears. it's such an odd phenemenon...a most bizarre conflict of emotions. happiness. sadness. a kind of blissful melancholy for the moment... saudade.
my trigger this morning? hydrangeas. scores upon scores of this lovely flower sprinkled everywhere on the landscape outside: in between houses, along rivers..
