Come Back to Me, My Beloved....

I am not sure where my camera is. My small automatic that I take with me everywhere.

This is Very Distressing.

It's like I'm walking around wearing a skirt and no underwear: nobody notices anything wrong, but I feel really vulnerable, and ego-shattering exposure could occur at any moment.

Also, gusts of wind feel weird. That part of the metaphor is a couple of strings down, though.




Edit: I found my underwear! Metaphorically speaking, because, of course, my real underwear was never lost. Plus, it's still a little too cold for skirts.