When I was in Flint at Christmas time, my mom and I went to a Goodwill store, where I was pleased as punch to find these plaques for $1 each. I wouldn't have bought them except for the fact that they are the exact plaques my mom had hanging on her kitchen wall when I was growing up. (Check back in the previous picture).
But sometimes, there's this sadness blended in with the happiness when I pass by them.... a dull sort-of ache in my heart... and I suppose there is a word for that feeling... but I can't think what it is. It's just a longing for something in the past that can never be recovered. And often, it can't even be defined. And I think some people are just more prone to this happy/sadness.
And that's all. For today.