Monday, 18 October 2010

FiftyFive ~ # 157

Some days are just blue days whether we like it or not and indeed do we have a choice - I think not really. Melancholy is something we need to remind us of all the other times, I guess. But surely far from it being a reflex, a natural reaction, it is also something constructed. It could be both a recognition of pleasure (and/or pain) in which we give ourselves time to acknowledge that we are still alive to varying degrees of living; which at different times are both elusive and irresistible. So I guess we are allowed to explore our inner thoughts and moods and indeed to indulge and even wallow if we like - moods, after all, are only temporary for most of us - well me anyway. So I am wearing my blue jumper and my new blue suede boots (that I bought six weeks ago but never had time to wear) and later I will wear the old Levi jacket that was bought for me yesterday to replace the one I lost 15 years ago. Am I too old for it - hmm I think not if I wear it well - in fact its almost as if my old one has been returned after all this time and its nice to have it back - I guess these things happen too though, but for me its just once in a very blue moon: