It wafted in, like a feather on a breeze, and landed between us. We stared at it, lying there, beckoning us to pick it up. It danced around, filled with all the magic of fate, all the mystery of destiny, all the sweetness of hope. But still, we stared at it…

Neither of us daring enough to touch it.
Neither of us brave enough to figure out what to do with it.
Neither of us strong enough to brush it away.

But… Then the breeze lifted it and carried it away. Miles and miles away.

Perhaps it will return again. When the breeze is right, and our hands and hearts are open.

Perhaps we will meet our precious, glimmering chance yet again.