After waxing philosophical yesterday about December and our collective leaning toward the light I woke today into a light of a different sort. Is it possible for light to be dark, I wonder?
My head hurt so badly I could scarcely lift it off the pillow. With a lunch in Columbia with friends on the schedule, I knew without even thinking about it that I'd likely not be able to keep the date.
I've been headache prone as long as I can remember. Normally, those I experience are limited to the right side of my head and face. Oddly, today the pain has been perfectly symmetrical.
With my eyes closed I could "see" a pair of wings extending along and beyond the cheek bones; dark, hollow ovals at my eyes; mirrored eyebrow-horns springing from the bridge of my nose, curving up, out and down past my temples . All rimmed, all outlined in a pulsing, glowing, reddish orange. A light to be sure. But, at the same time urgently dark.
While the worst of it was over by late morning, the effects have lingered all day leaving me in a vague, distant, faded state. Funny that I tend to make pictures illustrating that particular self-description rather frequently.
Here's to a clearer day tomorrow.