What did I intend with this photo? Was I feeling reflective? Was I going to try a hackneyed angle and claim I was a shadow of my former self? Was I feeling a strange detachment from everything and everyone as you do when you feel so unwell that you lose interest in all things?
Unexpectedly, my husband came home during his lunch to bring me flowers. Fuscias are the flowers we chose for our wedding. Simple, cheerful fragrance. This is how my day changed.