heron

The shade of my shirt is identical to that of my eyes. The reason I am late returning from lunch is that I spent a full five minutes studying the two in the staff bathroom mirror upstairs and pondering the significance of being able to so nail down the color of my irises. The answer is I'm proud, and I feel hemmed in (oh, pun!)--in the sense that well, now I feel that I have definite edges. Now I am within bounds.