Some may call it a daydream. Others a vision. I don’t know what really happened to me in the shower this morning…but it happened. And the weight of it still hangs in the air.
With eyes shut, head back, hot water running over my head and down my body, all awareness of standing in my bathroom shower left and it was as if I was in a corner of a dark room watching an interview take place between an elderly woman and a young male journalist.