Life is like an unhatched egg. Peck peck. The casing starts to give and the light of day forces its way through.
Hello love, the ray says to the chick as it peeks a glance outside. With one beady eye molding to the unsealed gel, its pupil transfers sheer white to a universe.
What does it see? Life. Waves crashing on sandy beaches. Tall pines on guard for the other. Views from heights that once only dragons would dare venture to witness.
Alone? Never. The seagulls squawk with the high tide. The squirrels chatter in a disjointed symphony. He holds your hand as you press against the airplane plastic window.
This, this life that we are, is everything. Everything. And so, with a guiding push, the chick emerges from its damaged shell. It basks in that light as other senses join the fun.
It smiles to match the sun and lets go of all that it hasn't won. It re-enters as a new babe with only regret for the delay.
In this absolute peak, the height of existence as I see it, the spell caster grabs his wand. Waving it around in its silent hiss, this chick shall be an egg. And the moment becomes something I eventually remember to reminisce.
And before that accidental peck happens again, silent I unknowing remain.
Hello Lover