The spidering of the glass brought the morning into a sharper focus for me.
Hints of one part were reflected in several other places.
Nothing was contained in its own space, but melting with other parts.
It was all connecting, in ways that couldn’t be predicted.
I sat and watched the whole day’s colors travel across the mirror’s surface. Even the moon made its magic known.
I knew there was a deeper meaning here and didn’t move, falling asleep in front of it.
Only to find it broken the morn upon awakening.
But even in that, was there a lesson.