The Space Between Things

I spent an hour this morning staring at a puddle in my driveway. It had rained overnight, and the water was perfectly still, holding the reflection of the power lines and the gray sky above. I found myself wondering why we are so quick to walk past the places that look empty or broken. We label them as nothing, as places to avoid or ignore. But when the world stops moving for a second, even the most forgotten corner can hold a mirror to everything else. It made me think about how much beauty we miss simply because we are too busy looking for something grander. We treat the world like a map where only the destinations matter, forgetting that the ground beneath our feet is constantly shifting, reflecting, and waiting to be noticed. If we stopped to look at the cracks and the quiet, industrial edges of our lives, would we find that they are actually full of hidden symmetry? What do you see when you look at the places everyone else ignores?