For ten minutes I stood completely
enchanted and enthralled with scummy
soup skin. Ordinarily, I glance at those
cafeteria pots of soup with
distaste and not a second thought. Today, however, I was compelled to
stare, perfectly
intrigued.
The skin was a soft, matte opaque
olive color (I believe it was
split pea).
Dancing across it's surface were tiny sequences of
ripples and
wrinkles, flitting about, rapidly appearing and
disappearing, joining each other and splitting apart in conjuction with the
currents of heat beneath their surface. This moment made me both
happy and
sad. Happy because it reminded me of all the
beauty and
novelty in the world. Sad because of the realization that I am missing out on so much of that beauty. Who knows what the
salad dressing was doing...