It was all going well, a bright sunlit morning. I’d slept in, I was excited — both about what I would be working on today, and whatever would come afterward. I had a bit of wistfulness — as when you find yourself missing a place and a person, so that you can remember how lights reflects off wet payment and floorboards like mirrors.
Remembering the sometimes blinding light of the anxiety within.
And then I sneezed.
And my back when out.
