Blankets shrouded my mirrors, Covering them to elude myself of my image. Papers scattered my desk top with dozens of numbers to mark each molecule entering my Physique. I lived amass a dark cold existence for far too many years to count. But anew, I take pride in my face, my rosy cheeks, and elegant nose. I don’t count anymore but take pride in cooking daily. Life is no longer dreary and I am no longer earthed.