I sat and watched the smoke hanging in the sunlight, an errant beam peeking through the curtain. It lingered as if it were a photograph, just sitting there, delicate and beautiful.
Unwavering, refusing to dissipate.
When I noticed it was still hanging there, ten minutes later I looked closer.
It was just a cobweb.
Everything looks more beautiful if you don’t stare too long.
This includes smoke and spider webs, and even reflections.