The barest glimmer, flits like a hastily seen reflection. This is the starlight from across the galaxy traveling billions of lightyears just to be reflected by a rolling storm. Yet, even in Zeus’s vengeful fray, a chance emerges. A photon reflected in a water droplet, refracted into the eye of a child who was told not to stand outside in the rain, but did so anyway. And when that photon hit that cone, it might have just been light oh so imperceptible. In that glimmer of barest starlight, the whole expanse of the universe gets turned into an electrical impulse by a photoreceptor. Sometimes a chance encounter is just that, chance. But in all that white noise, in all the white light we are bathed in every single day for all our lives, there has to be that one particle that shows you the universe.
Maybe today’s the day
Words, like water, flow and trickle through my head. Ebb and flow, shimmering in the glow of my computer screen, tantalizing with the promise of treasure underneath the surface. Words, like clouds, that can only been seen but not felt. Riding on winds unseen, they drift lazy in my mind always out of reach.
When a man says no in this culture, it’s the end of the discussion. When a woman says no, it’s the beginning of a negotiation.