The view from this place is spectacular.
Exhaustion gnawing at my bones. Tiny bugs eating into my marrow. Breathe in. Breathe out.
When I was two I sat in that window seat and the Spring sunshine spun my hair into gold.
This week’s Elephant Image is “Spiral” by Amanda Bird.
Tuesday 10th September 2013.
The date that my Father died.
Matty traced the curve of her stomach in the air in front of him and then repeated the movement on the paper. He had fallen in love with the beauty of the human body a long time ago.