A wound is the place where light enters you
Another sign of ageing. They come daily now.
I was thrown together with two guys I didn't know recently. We were all from different countries, so thank God sport was not going to be a common denominator between us. But, equally, neither were we going to start sharing our feelings.
So we lighted on the fact that one of us was walking with a stick, even though he was a youngish, fit man. Obviously I was gagging to know the story. He didn't seem like a habitual walking stick user so it didn't seem like a disability, or if it was, it was recently acquired.