I was looking at different types of flowers and seeing which ones fit me more so . . . then I got critical because I know certain flowers would fit me more with a certain mood I am in.
Then somehow these thoughts ended up leading to movies . . . I always have movies going through my head. Someone told me yesterday that I am very visual, which means I can pick up a lot of details that I see . . . in relation to the movies, I began to think on what type of scenes these flowers made me think of. The first (top left) made me think of a romantic spot in Italy. It is a warm afternoon and there is a light rain and the mist is soft and moist. There is a young lady sitting at a table with a glass of pinot grigio in front of her. She sits there with a slight smile thinking of her previous night and how she got her first kiss under the stars with her lover. She is anxiously and patiently waiting for him to arrive. She sits there still smiling as she sees him walking through the enchanting mist in his handsome garb and looks adoringly at him as he sits down in front of her . . .
The second bouquet of flowers (top right) make me think of a wedding scene. The bride stands there in a elegant long flowing dress. It is slightly plain but immensely beautiful. She has her hair up in a tight but full bun on her hair. Her jewelry is simple so that she does not take away from the beauty of her dress. Her bridesmaid hands her the bouquet. She looks down at it prepared to walk towards her love. Her eyes are glazed over with thoughts as she cannot wait to join him after they cross over into holy matrimony.
For the third one, it's a sunny winter day in Mexico. A group is practicing tango. "One, Two, Three, Four" . . . she counts in her head as her leader moves her backwards and prepares to do a twist with her. She focuses as the flowers fall around her to the ground from the decorations hanging above, "oh this is so romantic," she thinks but she understands that without her moves there will be no connection, thus no mood, and thus no romance. 'The turn', oh how it flows, oh how her skirt moves, oh how she walks with such grace! For their last move he spins her and as the music stops, there joins their embrace . . .
Lastly, She is sitting alone in a garden, with the wind soft at her feet. She is there in total peace. The only thing going is her music, which comes from hidden speakers on the walls. She's in her secret garden beautiful and destined to be free.
