“Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again”
– L Frank Baum
…and wonder at how fresh those citrus hues look against the blues
…or catch the tingling aroma of street food and watch how it colours the air with it’s steam
and then stop to greet this patiently waiting basket…
and the dispersed petals about to join the winds of change.
It’s ironic that I have so much to say here, but feel completely blank once I start a new post. It’s not a rut for sure, but a blankness that comes with being overwhelmed by life’s potpourri in general – but in a good way. That heavy, heady blend of joy, confidence, sadness, love, creative flow, and fear.
So. on another note, I was surprised to see how many images of blue had found their way into my computer. Mostly from strolls in the mountain markets while scouring for fresh produce – sights and smells thereof. Like the fiery reds of the Indian summer, I like to think that these blues correspond with the Indian winter, which, I am savouring completely at the moment.