We went to the flower show at the Como Conservatory a couple weeks ago in the sunken garden and I love this shot I got under the bridge. And it just smelled soooooo good in there. I'm very sensitive to smell.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.