Perhaps there are two types of sadness.
Sadness that you soak in.
And sadness that you drown in.

Here are some examples of the first type:

• Faded plastic flowers on a grave.
• Old rock stars.
• Roadkill.
• Hearing your first ‘our song’ unexpectedly.
• Standing in the supermarket isle trying to figure out which brand of eggs inflicts the least suffering on the hens.
• Boredom on a cold rainy day.
• Loss.
• Overtly struggling small country towns.
• Solitary poker machine regulars.
• Old family photos in second hand shops selling for 50 cents each.
• Jaded, cynical nurses.
• Plastics washed up on a beach.
• That runner in last place.
• The final scene in the movie ‘Dances with Wolves’ (don’t judge me).
• Leaving that old faithful broken lawnmower at the dump.
• Performing last night of the show.
• Watching someone running to miss a bus.
• Symphony No. 3, Op. 36, (Symphony of Sorrowful Songs) by Henryk Górecki
• A single balloon floating away.
• Shopfront cardboard bedding in winter.
• Watching someone look alone in a group.
• Old dogs with cataracts.
• Revisiting a glacier.
• The last 10 pages of a good book.
• People who are sad.

Can you add to my list?