It flicks a little more to the right, opening up just a tad more space to engulf whatever there was there in. It’s done, a vague and seemingly insignificant act of nonchalance that never knew what it had coming. And just like that, a little becomes a little more, a little more till there’s no more it can hold, before it overflows like gushes of spring dusting away the whites of winter – colours filling white void, life replacing the emptiness of still.
It’s everything she needs, it’s everything she never knew she wanted and never dared to have when it was bestowed to her on a day just like any another. It’s extraordinary.