It's not often that I get nosebleeds. Usually, it's in the middle of winter, when the air is dry and snapping with static.
At least mine are somewhat predictable. They only happen after I've blown my nose. I remember when I was young, my cousins stayed with us for Christmas. My little cousin had a nosebleed in the middle of the night. It surprised me that none of her blood ended up on the pillow.
I had a nosebleed tonight. It's been very long time since I saw the bright crimson splash of it against the pale tissue. I stopped the flow by twisting my tissue and shoving it up my nostril. It helped.
Nosebleeds are strange but they give a good reminder on the bright fluid we hold within ourselves and the thing we have in common.
Our blood is precious. Spilled, it takes a life. Shared, it can save one.
It's strange what sort of thoughts a nosebleed will bring to mind...
