All of Cherish Bryck's images are expressive in the extreme, so I knew she would select something evocative for our group of friends to riff on. Looking at the image above now, it seems playful to me. When she first sent it, however, I saw someone obscuring herself. The question of whether there are things I'm not facing is alive for me these days anyway, so it's probably natural that I saw it and ran in that direction.
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.
(To see where my friends went with this, hop on through to Cherish.)