Who I am...how I am...what and where - has shifted. The grand plan has changed. I'm not the same now - as I was - then.
No longer can I claim 'daughter' as the me that I am. Not today. It's been years since I have considered myself a child. To my mother - I was just that. Her girl. Her daughter. Her firstborn. Her eldest.
I'm- now - all grown-up. I'm something other. Altho technically - I've been a woman for years - it is now feeling official. There's no going back. There's no pretending. There's no thing other than what it is.
It rained that night. A soaking rain whose clouds hung heavy in the morning. I stopped just in time to look and see and capture this scene with my camera.
First light. First color. Red and green. Gold and grey.
On this morning - it looked different. And - on this morning - it looked exactly the same as it has on every other. Maybe - I'm changed. And maybe - I haven't. Maybe - I'm simply imagining myself different. Maybe - I'll always be my mother's daughter. And maybe - I'll always be me.