In the smile of a dog, reflected leaves in a rippled pool, the twinkle of a lover's eye.
In wood on rock, disneyland in the desert, learning to trust the downstream lean.
In faith in friction, dependence on gravity, trust that rubber will stick to rock.
In remembrance of puppybreath, light diffused through petals, the scent of rain on a spring sidewalk.
We don't always know from whence inspiration will come.
We just know that it does.
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