It’s a pattern easily found in nature, in rippled water and sliced tree trunks.

I swiftly merged onto the highway like a blood cell exiting a vein for an artery.

I nudged it with my foot and could feel the weight of its innards shift around inside.

Loss is a facilitator of gratitude.

Had it not been preserved and presented to the viewer as a single static image, the moment might have been overlooked.