Strangely wonderful, all the pieces place themselves precisely where intended,
Like warm gloves on a cold winter’s day.
Some of the same color, yet different in tone,
Reflecting light in a peculiar and unique way,
Making the picture of my journey complete.
These are not static, even the snap of the shutter cannot contain them.
Spreading their light in shards,
Each containing the divine spark of a life touching mine,
And a trail of personality now etched in my own,