I went to see the show, but I think the show ended up seeing me instead. One of the little performers just blocked my view and handed me a beautiful yellow flower... "A flower for another flower," he said with such a sweet giggle. It’s almost enough to make a man forget the macabre for a second. Almost. 🌼✨
Does anyone else find it strange how the most colorful things often hide the deepest shadows? Or am I just being dramatic again?