It's grey and the forecast is drizzle and fog. It might not seem a likely day for deciding to put away the turtlenecks I've been wearing since my surgery, but the weather is getting warmer and pretty soon I'm going to have to bare a bit of scar. Perhaps a day when a loosely flung scarf won't look like overkill is the best time to start.
I appreciate that friends keep telling me scars are cool and awesome. But they've all got nice cleavages, so their well-meaning prompts feel like someone in an upper-income bracket telling me my hand-me-down sweater with a patch on the sleeve looks sorta funky. Ie nothing they would ever wear.
I feel like a moth trembling in my chrysalis.
And oh, 10:45 a.m. and I've just noticed that big flakes of snow are dropping so maybe today's not the day after all.