It was stunning.
I could see it, touch it, taste it, feel it, and if I had wanted to, surely I could have walked across it. Stretched and relaxed with holes in some places, it was worn just to the right amount of comfort. It held my hand and I smiled at the grip it had on me. I had surely been looking for it forever without knowing it could even exist.
My heart reached out and took a piece of it for itself, refusing to forget. I was glad; I certainly had no intention of leaving it behind.
I would have liked to capture it in a jar, but I knew its beauty could only prevail in its natural habitat. Removing it would be a futile attempt of the preservation that was impossible. It had to remain where it was, when it was, and how it was in order to be what it was.
People were between it and me, but looking past them was not a problem. They may have been closer, yes, but that didn't disrupt my view. It was