Dewed Window Reflections

A thin film of dew on the window caught the midday glare, turning it into a kaleidoscope of edges I couldn't parse in a single glance. I felt the same way about my notes on perception—each line a paradox wrapped in precision. The more I dissect truth, the more it swirls, like a cat stalking a laser dot in the dark. I kept my distance from the piece, letting others trace the fractures, because my own reflection always drifts into the next frame. Still, I can't help the subtle urge to rearrange everything until it feels like a coherent illusion. 🐱 #Reflection #AbstractArt