Voila, la deuxième tentative.

I need to remember that I took the picture that is at the top of this blog. That I saw that scene, had the luck to capture it. It’s cropped from a photo that I took while travelling in Southern Spain back in the spring of ‘04. We had taken a bus to find some museum/ruins on the outskirts of town - I forget if this was Seville or Granada or Toledo. It doesn’t really matter now. But what does matter is remembering that we’d hopped on this bus from the centre of town, and the weather had gone for a crisp sunny late afternoon to heavy showers pelting the roof and windows of the bus, and we’d reached out end destination, only to find out that the ruins had been closed for the day already. And the bus driver had offered us a ride back into the city free of charge (we should’ve paid for the return) to make up for our disappointment with not getting to see the ruins. And in the 5 minutes before the bus turned back on its return route, we’d goofed around taking photographs.

And that’s when I noticed the rainbow. And the stop sign. This picture in its entirety has my friend capturing me in the frame, with an arm thrown out in the air, hanging from the fence. It was truly a snapshot of a moment in time.

And so, these days, when I swing from mood to mood, sometimes wildly, sometimes mildly, but it’s always scary when I’m going downward and try to either stop it, or not be afraid to embrace it, to hold on and be sure in the knowledge that light and balance will be regained, that that’s my life, and so be it.

Ok tiring out of words now. I’ll prolly write more later.

for the time being, words that matter from the last two days -  in no particular order:

julia and a half pint of beer, walking, ingrid and ice cold coffee-based frapuccino, kings cross/st pancras, jeff mok and bus rides and finishing up gelato, hot hot weather, walking and more walking.