And then, she saw it. Life's chunks and choices were not to be added step-by-step in a single line of linear progress.
Rather, it was not a path but a jigsaw puzzle tapestry.
Here, a color gathered in a corner.
There, texture and lines in another bit.
Then, hues of red and mottled watercolor (was it a sunrise?) in the center.
And outside the frame of a life, fragments waited on-deck.
To be laid in when her attention gave them focus.
Enough focus to be added to the picture.
Until the time was up.
