I like the way the single tea candle on my desk casts shadows in the early morning. The sun has not even thought of rising yet. It is a time of day when I’m settling in to write for an hour.
The candle sits at the center of a necklace of hematite, doubled over to make it a bracelet. The candle shines above, below, and through the gaps in the hematite beads. It creates a sunflower with about forty sunflower petals. A vibrant, moving flower.
Beauty moves me.