Resurrection
On the way back from the hospital, the sky, from horizon to zenith, was a flawless gradient of the palest infant blue to a startling azure. Viewed through the snap-crackle skeletons of perished wintery trees, blinding white sunlight exploding against angry grey clouds, the view took my breath away.
Or possibly it was the pain that took my breath away. You see, dear readers, it seems I shall be substituting my whirlwind hysteria of daily activity for the restful exactitude of a placid, docile, post-surgery lifestyle. If any of you know me at all, you will know that this is my consummate living nightmare. Nonetheless, I dread an imminent blossoming of charmless Good Sense; for if this is what it takes, then charmless as it may be, so be it. I want never to feel such pain again in my life.
Maybe I'll even manage to get idleThinK redesigned :)