Morning orchard

No, not the perfume, me.  My obsession.  With all things sun.  Sunrises, sunsets, sunflares.  I can’t help it.  I found myself having difficulties driving home from my sunset stalking last evening, as I had little lights flashing in my eyes for about a minute after I left the scene.  (I think the technical term is retinal damage).

I am sorry if you are tired of seeing my repetitive theme but, like most obsessions, well…I can’t seem to stop.  I probably need a therapist.  Unfortunately I am one, and we are awfully hard to treat.

So be it.  I choose to embrace my obsession with vigor.  As if I had a choice in the matter.