Some people will walk past an empty street like this one in the twilight after a rain and see just an empty street. But in the imagination of others, prone to melancholy, they will be pulled down into its implications. I can envy those who know nothing of that ineffable feeling of sadness that can overtake you for no apparent reason like an invisible fog. But then I think they are living life that doesn't see the entire spectrum of moods. It's a comforting feeling a lot of the time like walking barefoot in wet grass after spending the whole day in shoes and socks on carpeted floors, many removes away from experience. If truth is beauty then it's a beautiful feeling. Unfettered. But like an animal that's been caged for too long when confronted with the wide open spaces of true emotions, one doesn't know where to turn sometimes.