So this is a flower from Spain. Apparently, it's called a passion flower. I think they're simply wonderful!!! Anyway, I began slipping into one of my withdrawal modes, getting restless without having to pack my suitcase every other weekend to flit away to an unfamiliar world blossoming with adventures and entrancing languages. I was walking to work the other day and I passed right by a fence covered in them. ah, complete placidity. It's strange how much the qualms dissolve into the comfort of a familiar image or face. it's a flower! and yet, it instills this hope. It reiterates that innate knowledge that I will travel all my life, because I know my heart dreads the stagnancy of not bursting with absorption.