Beauty & the Beast

These tiny purple star-like flowers grow in a cascade in my parents' back yard and stream between the bars of the back yard fence. This image struck me because it's such an accurate reflection of my relationship with my parents: beautiful but divided always by these black bars of things that we cannot say to one another. Sometimes I wish these obstacles were cleared. And sometimes I wonder if the fact that they are there isn't a good thing, because they have pushed me to build a life of my own, separated me from them enough so that I could become my own person.