Spring has Sprung!!

It’s Fall outside, but there’s new growth on top of my head! I can’t believe how satisfying this is to me. Rebirth, regrowth, regeneration, new life, new hope. It’s soft, it’s fuzzy (not like the prickly stubble). Fecund, resplendent, lush (but not green). I take my hat off to show and to stroke; I wave a slow goodbye to a side-effect of chemo.