Paper or stone; water or fire? When in doubt, we played tic-tac-toe and hoped for the best. We were in love with broken things: hiccupping wheels, chipped teacups, the wings of fallen sparrows and the lines of our own teeth. Here it comes, we would announce, pulling the next one loose. You wanted a cast so people could lean in and leave their names.
Empty rooms were magnificent halls to be witnessed from a corner on the bare floor. It was the light that did it, granting some significance to everything it touched. We watched it come and go. It moved like it knew its way around, like it knew us.
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Inspired when I chanced upon this image from Barbara Bloom’s Pictures from the Floating World.
I love this, Stacey. I really like the image you portray with your words, especially the ideas of hiccupping wheels, chipped teacups, the wings of fallen sparrows. What delightful phrases. The photo is gorgeous, too. I’ve always been fascinated by dandelion wishes. I hope you are well. Xx 🌞💞
Thank you, Ellie! I find myself returning to these magical moments with more frequency lately. I am grateful for these Pexels photos 🙂 I hope you are well also. xoxo