06 April 2009

Unintentional odds

I forked some tuna onto a saltine and then set the fork on the edge of my plate while I looked out the sliding glass doors. Through the treetops the sky was gray. The trees were gray too, no signs yet of buds.

Some motion in my peripheral vision drew my attention. I looked down to see my fork swaying into equilibrium. After a moment, it stopped, perfectly balanced on the edge of my plate.

What are the odds of that? I wondered.


A year ago on TTaT: Cities viewed from orbit at night

2 comments :

  1. Hey, catching up with the old blogroll again. Congratulations on your fourth anniversary! Keep on blogging, I'll keep on stopping by!

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