sprung

A week ago, I finished my year at a day job. I'm taking April off to recover my sense of perspective and enjoy weekdays--and figure out what I'm doing next. Between that and the extra hour of daylight, I'm delirious, a literal jailbird.



My image of the week comes from an unlikely source: a visit to the eye doctor. Somehow the veins and arteries (all healthy, she assured me) remind me of the moon. And of the importance of being able to see what's around you.

A happy howl at the full moon to all.