The mosaic showed the beauty of its creator, all it required was some loving care and restoration.
In a mosaic, all tiles are equally brilliant and brilliantly one-of-a-kind.
Without the unique individual tile there is no mosaic; without the mosaic the individual tile cannot fully shine nor have purpose.
From up close they were tiles of deepest hue, beautiful in their own right; from a vantage point they came together to make the most wonderful of mosaics.
The mosaic was cool my soles in all the right ways, comforting and strong, reassuring in its perfect imperfections.
Every tile in the mosaic had its own place, each of them so vital to the big picture they made together.
The mosaic brought nature to my thoughts, the grass and the insects, so tiny yet important "tiles" in this extraordinary world.
As the tiles make the mosaics, our atoms make our bodies, and our unique talents make our society, cultures and world.
Under the dirt or years, the tiles were still perfect, all restorable with some effort.