I’ve been crying quite a bit over the weekend. Not continuously, just intermittently, like the skies that decided to bestow its showers upon the city.
I had to get into my little car this afternoon. It always brings me an uncertain comfort when I take it on the road. With no particular destination in mind, the road took me on a drive around the Albert Park lake. I parked in a near deserted carpark and saw this picture. Snapped it with my phone and wished I had brought a better camera with me. I watched people running in the rain, the grass was green and alive. Specks of blue peeked out from behind the gloom. The wind threatened senselessly and shook my little blue car. I rocked with it feeling the lull of its inconsistent rhythm.
This image struck a chord in me when I saw it - it felt like it came from inside me, and brought all my tears into a picture.