Reflection.
Reflections are an undeniable force that can appear from the remains of an overleaking cloud formed into a puddle hiding the cracked pavement below. They can appear with the notion of going to take your first sip of a filled to the brim steaming cup of jasmine tea. The glare off a gust of wind from a passing transit in front of you, or the spoon you raise before you delve into that morning's freshly hand picked parfait.
Reflections can be a becoming allure that lends to self esteem and blur lines from reality to an enchanting fantasy.
In return, reflections can tend, even plant, vicious weeds of self doubt in a refuting illusion of what is not actually at hand.
