"It comes in waves. Grief is tidal. In time, it can recede and leave us with feelings of peace and advancement, only for it to wash back in with all its crushing hopelessness and sorrow."

This summer I lost a good friend to suicide. As time continues on, I find myself able to spend less time dwelling on the grief... and yet there are still those times, in the midst of thoughtless mundane moments when it hits out of nowhere like a tidal wave.

Anyway... it gave me the idea for this. I'm not sure that it turned out how I envisioned.