Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Here's how it looks today: a bit darker, shows up nicely. The only thing I don't like is that this is the only way I can see it right side up--if I take a photo of it! Next time I'd get it the other direction.