The white—momentary, nearly lost in various blue:
just a tiny slice of sky.
The sun had already set.
Smeared blue becoming bluer and bluer,
then purple, then sleepy purple, then black.
But that momentary white!
I was the only one to see it.
Anywhere. In the whole universe.
I know that.
And so it talked to me as a friend:
“You saw me,” it said. “And you loved me.”
“I saw you,” I replied. “And I give thanks for you.”
From Fractalverse: Volume Five
Photography: Reflection by Shawn Michel de Montaigne