
Shattered
July 28, 2008Nearly a month after the wineglass shattered, light through the living room window glinted on another wayward shard, 15 steps away from the site of the breakage.
I picked it up and turned it over and over in my palm. This is how it is, I thought. There’s that moment of breakage, but weeks of finding pieces of glass in the most unexpected places do not let you forget that initial disintegration.
Sometimes the smaller the shard the more it stings too!
Kären, so true…