Mum's hands

It's been a long day with a very early start and lots of traveling.

I saw Mum mid-afternoon and while it was a shock it was also wonderful. This is the right place to be in this moment.

As I flew I kept picturing Mum's hands. At the hospital I kept looking at or holding them. They are battered and bruised from needles and lures, and one is quite puffy. But they are my Mum's hands and to me they are beautiful.