I did not work to sow the seed, or plant the plant or weed the weed. I did not cause the rain to fall, the sun to shine, the breeze to breeze. And yet there wasn’t any need for me to do such wondrous deeds to bring about this paradise, of brilliant blooms and lavish leaves. Does it seem fair that I should be the recipient of such majesty? I let nature take its course, and my reward grew exponentially.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
I am cheered to see you again, though it was unexpected. I had thought the drawer to be empty, opening it simply on a whim. Recklessly abandoned inside this dark coffin, you nonetheless thrived, gaining esteem despite my neglect. Bold colors contrast with your diminutive size. A seeming contradiction between flamboyant style and menial purpose. I am not swayed by either extreme. My attraction is not based on appearances, and I recognize that your inconsequential demeanor belies your true power. More contradictions: You await my direction, to do my bidding, and yet it is you who holds sway over my very basic capacity to communicate. And though I value you, I must send you away. Your potential cannot be realized while stuffed in a drawer. So I'm letting you go with one selfish request: Please do not return to me, my “forever” postage stamp.
It feels very powerful, breaking glass with your fingers. Of course you score it first, carving a crisp, clean line across the otherwise scratchless surface. The carbide steel cutter makes a sound like paper ripping, or a zipper zipping.
Is that cheating, to score the glass first? I mean, it’s not like breaking a board with your hand, where you don’t really care how the board breaks, as long as it doesn’t break your hand. It’s more refined, more defined, more aligned. You control the break, with your fingers. It feels very powerful, breaking glass with your fingers.
I did break a board with my hand once. Good thing my hand wasn’t made of glass. But I digress.
I learned that glass is a liquid, and so you have to make the break quickly, before the score line fills back in. How cool is that? You’re scoring glass, and it’s like parting the Red Sea. But you don’t get wet. I wonder if Moses got wet when he parted the Red Sea. I wonder if Moses could break boards with his hand. Probably. But I digress.
It’s not really a liquid, though. Glass, that is. I believe the Red Sea actually is. Liquid, that is. That’s why you can wash a window without it washing away. And you can break glass with your fingers without breaking your fingers. You might get a cut though, which would never happen if glass were a liquid. Although that could explain the red of the Red Sea. I wonder if Moses cut his finger while parting the Red Sea. Probably not.
It probably felt very powerful, parting the Red Sea. Just like it feels to break glass with your fingers.
In March he was merely a mite.
all fuzzy and brilliantly white.
Started out as a pup,
and he’s now all grown up.
Seems my Eskie transformed overnight.
bathroom faucet drips incessant like a toothache reminds me to floss
What Rhymes with Stanza? 