Reflections I by Connie Livingston-Dunn

• Sometimes light seeks our company
• And appears when we least expect it
• Unnoticed
• With an air of sharpness and quickening,
• Small and delicate curls of a pause
• Through passages of words, of time, of space
• Floating streams of life
• Upon the destiny of endless
• Turning revolutions in stability of Peace
• And the cycle begins again.
• Photo was taken with my very old Iphone 3, of an old horse carriage at the Customs House Museum in Clarksville, TN. I am reflected in the glass door and I didn’t notice the light reaching into the palm of my hand until I downloaded it onto my computer.

Originally published at cowbird.com.