All New Arrivals

The swirl of the dress, the light on one's forehead, the movement of an eyebrow, the eclipse of the lashes, a sneeze, the curling of a scarf, the friendly smile at the top of the coffee cup, a kiss, on the cheek, the smell of a human behind, the touch of a stranger, the red of lips, the brown of muscles, the blue at the corner of an eye. They all take little. So little. It could be a second that will take for you to fall, it can take four days, but it can put on you the burden of the silent cry for years. It will be no more than a glance on a cold night, or a word at a foreigner's wedding, it might be for five minutes during a break, it would come in a distant mountain, it would sprawl under a winter's jacket, it would leap between two arrogant nods. It never takes much.
It takes little.
And for such little time it could also turn it all.