its been six months since we first arrived here in france. it feels bitterly cold all of a sudden. i feel sad to be missing the jacarandas in bloom back home in sydney, australia. i look through photos I have taken of those purple petals over the years... they fill me with nostalgia and longing for once so familiar, nearby places, trees, ground. for a moment i close my eyes and I can see them falling, feel them softly beneath my toes. in the cold air i sense a warmth. somewhere deep in the heart; a burning memory - of purple.