I was out in a public place, a rarity in and of itself, and there was a very small child in my view, and I did not turn away or move my chair. instead, I smiled, winked and waved.
When I look at the clouds, I see shapes, readily, easily, and apparent without effort or forethought. Until this week, even though I stared and studied clouds frequently, I never saw anything more than wonderous, fluffy white stuff.
I cut my hair for the first time in the seven years that I have lived here. It is now of a length those of us Out remember, can relate to and identify with.
My choice in clothing is different. The two coats I have worn these past five years are now stored away in the closet, replaced by two new ones from the thrift store. One is a much lighter color with a fairly modern style. The other is red, waterproof, puffy, warm and it feels like I'm wearing pleasant protective armor.
All about me, all within me, has shifted. I need to make note of these changes so all are aware.
