Changes

Finally Josefine, my hairdresser is back from maternal leave. She only had time today to cut the forelock and everyone who has one, knows what a difference it makes. Life kind of changes afterwards...

Returning to the subway station I passed this window.

Stripping down the heavy clothing worn by words,
we all stand naked in our misconception.
Ashamed of the nothing we wear in voices and faces,
covering with our hands the things we're most
embarrassed about showing, even to those we care for.
Underneath a cloak of conversation
we hide the truths that we can't share.
L Gardener

Day 1 with a new type of painkiller. Maybe it will change.