I’m returning to schedule for my weekly Twitterfic Thursday. Here is today’s offering:
Your pain blurs your eyes with chiaroscuro patterns, and I watch, entranced at the truth it reveals. Your mouth becomes an O of revelation.
Not much else to add: it’s a beautiful day in the West of Ireland, which is a lovely change from yesterday’s magnificent downpour. I thought I’d been phase-shifted to India during the Monsoon season, but without the heat and insects.
This is far more like the beginning of an Irish summer. Tomorrow is May 1st, after all.