The weird thing about inspiration – it is almost always triggered by a sad, unfortunate event.
Maybe it is just for me, but all the good things leave me speechless.
The warm fuzzy feeling remains and words could just float away to the distant horizon. I suppose when certain emotions are triggered, you really don’t need to be articulate to qualify, to be eligible to feel the way you do. I guess for the moment life is good. Enough said. :)
so true.