This would have gone unnoticed had it not been for my son. He left the house through our side door one morning and discovered that the contractors had left their power cord connected to an outlet overnight. In truth I've been really checked out lately, barely motivated to see anything as remotely photographic. "It's just a phase - - some downtime," I tell myself, hoping that the urge to see will return again. While I recharge he'll be my eyes. I'll count on him to tune me into the details which aren't small at all.
Following a long and deep sleep, my eldest son showed me the lines across his torso which had been imprinted by bedsheets. I asked him to hold still by a window. He willingly obliged. I live in fear that at some point, moments like these, will disappear. Not that they wont happen, but that they will no longer be allowed with a camera. I'm not sure where these teenage years will lead me but this was a gift, both seen and heartfelt.