A small, stolen moment, when the world takes a breath and holds it.
The tiniest sliver of light, illuminating a mirror.
A small glass bottle, carefully preserving all that it holds.
A minuscule blanket, not enough cover for a chilling storm.
A forgotten toy, left under a bed to collect dust until it's gone.
A foggy morning, where a soft, golden glow illuminates dew on damp grass.
An endless storm, forever unyielding and yet letting all in.
The lightest of touches on the ebony keys of life.
A glance, with lips curving up and shining eyes.