Today while I was getting ready for my day I caught a glimpse of something unusual and lovely. As the light of day filled in my bedroom I saw the shape of two small lines close together, one wavy and one straight, joined together. The channels of light passing through the blinds sat perfectly parallel to the object on the surface of my nightstand. I stepped toward it and smiled, recognizing it. I didn’t see her pluck it out of her hair or leave it behind, but it didn’t matter. It was evidence of something wonderful in my life once more. A ripple against the rocks. A small echo from a new song. I left it there, in tides of light and shadow; a relic of warm feelings washed ashore.
Artifacts
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