A Purple Blur

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

On a another note, I took this picture by what I thought to be a shopping cart full of donated items. It was when I noticed the pile of blankets beside it growling that I ran for my life. My galoshes against the pavement resonated the sound of my beating heart. I live to see another day without being attacked by what could have been a rabid dog or even a really angry hobo.

I think I need a cookie.