Just a few lines this morning as I am down with a ferocious virus which refuses to go away and seems intent on morphing into the usual bout of March pneumonia.
What is interesting about the situation is that, able to wander about with a camera or not able to wander about with a camera, my eyes persist in lighting upon every mundane thing they see with something akin to delight. It may have something to do with the high fever that has me glowing like a lantern this morning and shaking like a leaf.
The eyes themselves and the smile in their depths, the somewhat shaky hand and little pottery cup of jasmine tea - all these things are complete within themselves and owe nothing to this old hen or her raging illness. They simply drink in the light and rejoice.