CLOUD TABLE
Every day at noon, he would rush to save his favorite table, the only one with a glass top that mirrored the sky. Quietly, amid the lunchtime chatter, he stared at the clouds reflected onto the tabletop. It was a brief moment of magic where a ham sandwich, banana and coffee cup floated across the sky.
Such a joy and honor to have just met you and your work (here)! Brilliant! Thank you for choosing to exist here now!