not broken

I swallowed my awe and curled my toes in the cold sand, gazing at the flats and the darkness beyond, reflected at dawn…

had the story begun thus, would you ever have guessed what this photo really is? A crystalline landsape on a Monday morning windshield…sometimes, the trick is to relish the beauty buried in the mundane. I could write a whole story rooted in that one imaginary encounter here.

A most unusual, yet fitting way to understand happiness surfaced today:

“When we give in the world what we want the most,
 we heal the broken part inside each of us.”
                                                                                -Eve Ensler

something beautiful always exists, you see: broken, or not broken.