Stirring

A spoon turns through water.

Such a small gesture, yet the whole surface answers. Light loosens into ribbons. A little hollow gathers at the centre. What seemed settled begins revealing another shape.

There are days with something of this feeling.

A familiar rhythm shifts. A conversation lingers. Joy arrives unexpectedly and moves through places that had grown quiet.

Sometimes the first stirring feels untidy. Something has been touched, though its meaning has yet to become clear.

How curious that a little disturbance can make so much visible.

The spoon comes to rest.

For a while, the water keeps turning.

With love,
Juliana