While I hate getting sick and how it derails my plans and to-do list, it does provide a momentary reprieve, a realigning (just as with printers loaded with new ink) of perspective.
A reminder that there are many tables where we can feast.
Last Monday, I spent almost the entire day in bed, weak and cranky. Somehow, looking at old and recent pictures gives me a feeling that I need to return to a similar cocoon. If not wrapped in silk, sunk in sand.
This I cannot delay any further. I must make time to salvage time.
Keep still amid the receding waves.
Let myself be swept past the breakwater, my eyes wide as the sky.
Sink in the blue.