Then a couple blocks away i was driving down a quiet street, with things blooming, children playing, and an older lady dressed to the nines in her matching rain coat and rain bonnet, wheeling her groceries behind her. I was marveling at the peonies, and thinking about beautiful things like simple french cooking, fresh flowers, spring days with rain and blooms and clouds and blue sky and sun. I was dreaming of wonderful things to help me get out of the emotional pit i had found my self in a few minutes earlier and began to remember all the things that make us incredible, the things that make the earth so beautiful i want to burst.
Life is so bipolar some days. Or maybe it's just me.
peony image from Haus Maus