Sunday, January 4, 2015
Sometimes you will see a delicate piece of glassware slide off the table and out of reach, and all you can do is watch as, incredibly, it bounces when it hits the floor, and only on the second bounce actually shatters.
And you think, if only I had been there to catch it --although I've always wondered if it wasn't already broken but didn't know it yet, and possibly the damage was already done, as it shattered in your hands.
There are also times when a friend does the same thing, slides out of his life imperceptibly, and you work to save him, with nets and love and hands holding his--but he eludes your grasp, and like that glassware, hits the floor a second time, and shatters as thoroughly.
You knew the damage was already there; saving him would have been saving something that had broken but not yet shattered, a long time ago
Posted by mittens at 4:44 PM