I sat down to write today. I sat down to write about a sensation that occasionally floods my being with a reality other than the one before me. This sensation is ephemeral and fleeting. I reach for what it is . . . and it is gone.
A memory? A dream? An imagined something?
Freezing wintry cold.
I wait. With the other children, but apart. As always.
At the bus-stop.
I wait for the heavy doors to swing open, and I step up the black rubbery steps. Out of the freezing wintry cold and into the only slightly warmer space of the school-bus. Hurry down the aisle, stepping …Thumbprint
I sit, holding an orange in a sunny room alone as my family moves around me. One of those weird moments in which I feel as though I am here but not here. The sunlight hits my back and casts my shadow across the floor, but I have been rendered seemingly invisible in my …Orange Vision