I've been in a sour mood since watching Thursday's presidential debate and trying to process what could happen as a result. I needed a diversion, so while driving this morning, I looked for one. I found it when spotting sunflowers planted near the side of a building.
For the next 10 minutes, the opening of Glen Campbell's "Sunflower" ran through my mind on a loop.
Since then, when reading or watching sobering editorials regarding the debate, I've been trying to summon "Sunflower" back to my mind. That tactic works for me--but only in fits and starts.
