This vacation Laurent and Lucy and Emile are on in France is turning out to be not so bad for me.
I was trying to describe a feeling I had before the 2nd chemo session, as the fourth of July fireworks exploded and I walked to my friends' house to spend the night, friends who are also my sister's in-laws. The best I could do is this poem:
Now space calling wisps
Cardinal points expanding and evaporating
My hair short shaved
On my fingers
Mine I see and dream
Cry with a heavy heart expanding and dissolving
Holding and loving what is only a dream
Update: Painting outside, day two.