I woke up Tuesday with a migraine; "atypical" is the word a doctor used to describe the kind I get. I don't care if it's typical or atypical or something all together different. It is a pain that dances around my left eye, enjoying itself on and off for days sometimes.
It's gone today.
I took the camera into the kitchen tonight, struck by the beauty of the setting sun and the lighting it brought to the room. Then I turned ... there, on the refrigerator, the shadow of my head, split by the refrigerator door with a bolt of sunlight running through the temple.
That's my migraine. Atypical.