mosaic

She had been ready to throw it away. 

The freedom of discarding felt cleaner than an attempted repair. 

Her feet had outgrown these metaphorical shoes. Their words no longer met in the fail-safe section of the international terminal. They had shattered apart like a living room vase, splintered into a thousand tiny, glass pieces. 

And then…

In their final moment, just as she had let the string of their kite go, one last impulse encouraged their connection, one last message traveled on the wind, one new beam of light, revealed the potential of a mosaic. 

-b

July 8, 2020

Photo Credit: Veeterzy