I’m total absorbed in a text which I have to proofread. Very interesting theme, well written but it’s a complex matter and I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I have to walk on eggshells and mustn’t do any sarcastic comments (I nearly have to cut my own throat ...). I have a deadline for three texts and a complicated translation (of course NOT English!!!) – so I can’t even go for a short walk. So I have constantly colorful photos in my mind as a substitute. They are running and dancing through my head like a film. And then I reminded this photo.
It’s a big green female Bush-Cricket. I almost stepped on her late in the afternoon, when she laid eggs in a hole under the stony surface. She was so absorbed in her motherly business, that she didn’t see or hear me. This picture bears some potential of identification: tomorrow I will look green and worn-out like Mrs. Hopper.