Wordless Wednesday: Which way signs

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Which Way

and for Which Way Photo Challenge, hosted by San at Alive and Trekking

This day in my blogging history

• 

  2016: Never compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got. —Janis Joplin. Happy birthday, Janis!

• 

  2016: Snowed out in Ljubljana

• 

  2017: Night-time Thursday Doors and walls from Trastevere

• 

  2018: The story of me, Janis and Bobby (stopped smoking in 2007 for good)

• 

  2019: A new blanket of spring (with the puddle for Sunra Nina)

• 

  2020: Spots and pointy things with a poem:

  .

  A Spot of Blood

  .

  I spot a spot of blood.
  It is on the floor next to our furnace,
  right where I just got dressed after the shower.

  I think:
  nothing hurts.

  My child-bearing years are over,
  or are they?

  My body is in limbo,
  it doesn’t know which way to go.

  But no more bleeding.
  At least I thought it was over.

  That spot is there though,
  waiting to be investigated.
  Knowing I will.

  But he had a shower too, just earlier.
  What if it was him?
  Which is even scarier.

  Or the dog?

  I spot another spot.
  On the way from the bathroom.
  This is serious.

  I go to look in the mirror.
  My face is slightly panicky
  but intact.

  Had to be him then.
  Gloomy thoughts.

  I tear a single white sheet
  off the toilet paper roll

  and wipe.

  Immediately I see that something is not right.
  Instead of the hue I learned to expect
  there is a purple tinge.

  Yes, I have just put my last night’s wine glass away.
  Why do you ask?
  It seemed empty to me…

  And so I danced.