I sat and stared. Circles. All I could see was circles.
Each was unique within itself.
Then, I began to see patterns, endless seas of patterns played out.
And the patterns began to coalesce, to merge with seamless clarity.
And, in them, I saw the grand plan, the connection of atoms,
The Circle of life, and of living.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Dale Rogerson