From that one jigsaw piece colours grew from the edges, as if the sun had planted rainbows as easily as a gardener places spring flower seeds in rich earth.
Everyday the picture on the jigsaw puzzle changed, just a little, just enough to let Leon see that these small changes meant an entirely new image in time.
Perhaps the gap in the puzzle is from a piece that left on its own adventure, maybe it needed to grow a new picture from its edges rather than to stay within the original photograph.
Though there are gaps where pieces should be, the image is as clear as if the focus had been sharpened.
From the unity of the jigsaw puzzle pieces comes a dancing image with its own special music only the eyes can hear.
The jigsaw pieces hold hands in the special way they do to build the story of the image together, each one as vital as the next.
Upon the wet rain-washed cement of the old pathway near the church is a small puzzle piece. It shows an image of the sky with a little puffed cloud, brilliant white in the sunshine. Although I see the cardboard already soaking in the water and curling upward at the very edge, I imagine it is a piece of the real sky that has fallen to Earth. I pick it up and hold it high, seeing how it is a perfect match for the blue and white above. I guess some puzzles really are that simple and one piece is enough.
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