From my front wheel popping off my bicycle in the rain. Oddly enough, I'm one of 5 gals (one of which is my own mom) who have had black eyes thus far in 2011. Snowy falls, fridge doors, narcolepsy on linoleum...not a single cat fight among us.
Every morning I wake up curious to see what's happened while I slept. It morphs each day. Today the hues make me think of a meteor shower or some other wildly-hued planetary landscape far in space. It also makes me think of this toy I had growing up that I thought was my own magical little universe - those wonderful little squares of plexiglass backed with white vinyl you can press on and move around some kind of multi-colored goo.
I need one immediately.
I may be about to embark on a mad ebay hour.
Our bodies are cool when they heal.
