I had gone from being hemmed in by a thought to feeling free in the presence of many people.

     I opened my eyes only a little. My eyelashes were like mimosa leaves in the wind between me and the sun - the film on my eyes swirled and caught the light in blue translucence each time I blinked. A cloud across the sun cooled the vision and then the blue and yellow returned - shifting and flickering.

     Why is it so hard to be honest? To tell the truth about life to another human? How we protect ourselves in the onion skin of deception.

     It's a short term advantage. Life is short.