Rosy Intent

The musings of an optimist

Pink Abstract. Painting by the author.

Thursday, I am thrown through glass unexpectedly — my eyelids cut on impact.

This is Italy and I am a stranger. Nevertheless, new skin is found and meticulously sewn back on — darned patches of tiny stitches that hardly scar and I am more than grateful…

Forty years on, my embroidered eyes have become gossamer bags containing scented rose water…