I feel purple like the lady in the graffiti art on a train that I photographed. I call it a moving art show and try to photograph as many cars as possible. Once in a while I'm lucky enough to grab a shot when the cars are still, but usually I have to hope for some luck as I point and shoot while the train speeds by. Anyhow...I'm in a purple mood, feeling black and blue bruised by life and the frustrations it sends at times.
I can't define it, I can't understand it...it's a sun shiney day with blue skies and wisps of white clouds. It's spring! It's robin's chirping as they cock their heads listening. Like the robin, I'm listening too, but I'm not hearing the sounds I long for or want to hear. So I listen to sappy music, write, and try to keep reminding myself that I am awash in blessings.
It's good I'm alone this afternoon... I think I could be a real bitch right now. Maybe I need these purple times to cleanse my soul, my spirit, my heart of lingering fragments of unexplored hours and days.
If I had a glass of wine, I'd raise it in a salute to purple ladies, unknown graffiti artists, and brighter days to come.
