Sphere

     I let it flow through my hands. It was a shimmering, nearly transparent gold, with streaks of blues, greens, and purples throughout it. It glimmered in the sunlight, casting the colors onto my hand. I held it upwards to let the colors cast themselves on my face, purples dancing in my eyes. I put it on the table beside me and let it roll, however, it became caught in a divot in the wood. I watched it for some time, and couldn’t help but wonder how it had never broken before. With the amount of times I had dropped it, you would’ve expected the glass to break into a billion pieces. Yet it never had. Not even the slightest dent or bruise upon it. I grabbed a book, opened the page, and then put the object to my eye. The words were magnified and distorted, the oddness of this little round piece of glass filled me with wonder. Yet it was a simple thing, merely a child’s toy. Yet I adored it more than I could ever love anything, or anyone, else.