melancholy

I can't believe it's been over a month.  Guess everything in my head's just been staying there, or coming out in conversation or on paper than on here.

I'm sitting at work, alone again.  I'm frustrated, a kind of sad frustration that wells up in me sometimes.  In another time, I'd say that I was just a little melancholy, and that it'll pass in a while.  That's probably the best description of that feeling - it's not a depression or a dissatisfaction, but more of a simple sadness of the experiences in life that are going on without me right now.

I spent the last half hour or so grazing though pictures of the north coast.  There are few more beautiful locales in the world than the northern pacific coast, the fog and ragged points, lush primal forests and rolling hills weaving a beauty that takes on a dream-like quality.  The slower feel to life, the perception of appreciation of one's surroundings.

Translating emotion into a common medium - i appreciate that, and in a way envy that.  I keep looking for that canvas, the medium to convey what it is that i feel into something that i can share.

Life is amazingly good, this melancholy is just a day's thing.  It's good for the soul sometimes, spurs change and introspection.