A touch of the blues...

Some days, like today, I wake up with a fist of panic in my stomach.

I don't know why it happens. There is nothing obviously different about these days, but my brain senses something that the rest of me cannot fathom.

Today, amongst other things, I have cuddled my sleeping granddaughter. No matter how spiky or edgy or jagged I think I feel, she feels safe and secure enough in my arms to abandon herself to sleep. I guess it is all just in my head.

I had this hyacinth in a vase.

Like me, it's a little overexposed, a little fuzzy and a little blue.