The little things

[Liz1972]

The subtle design was that of cognizant resistance. Waves of tremors, which spawned from the love of the familiar, flashed across the surface; light through an abstract mind.
The determination was valor…but it could be no more.
The great hand of the universe, always moving, gently encouraging the inevitable, beckoned one last time.
And so it was…
The once familiar vanished like the last brick that held the failing dam; and a new came… as it does…clean and untainted.
Between one moment and the next resides joy: The purity of escape from the familiar.
In this one drop of dew, that fell from a palm frond, I understood more about life then all of the libraries combined.