Moody is the way I’ve been feeling since 10 A.M. this morning. I made the mistake of revisiting a Trader Joe’s green shopping bag full of old photographs. Some date from 1914, when my mother was born. The latest dates from 1990.That walk down memory lane evoked a type of  nostalgia that produces pain instead of pleasure. Five hours later, and I am still cloaked in melancholy.   Daily Prompt: Moody