Looking through a kaleidoscope...
Twinkling, sparkling, glittering, bedazzling.
Mystical is the word that spells across your mind.
In awe is the feeling the dashes across your heart.
The blending colors and the ever-changing shapes bring one away from the harsh square world into a moment of free space.
A kid yearns for a kaleidoscope to water their thirsting quest on a foreign land of possibilities.
An adult hungers for a kaleidoscope to feed their famished lost hopes.
The science behind it is an invention. The art of crafting it is simple. The thought behind it is delicate.
The joy it brings is boundless.
As I am typing this, I am being brought back to time when I was still a child and how I would always pull my dad’s hand into a games store with a few rows of kaleidoscope being placed on the rack and popping my eye into the tiny hole and bewildering at this mystifying object.
And even as an adult now, my feet tends to take a step back when I walk past a gifts store and peer in to take a glance on whether I could discover this mystical object. On the rare occasions which I manage to find a few rolls of kaleidoscope tucked in a box on shelve, I would not be afraid to tilt my eye to peer into the land of mystery and reviving my hopes even if it is for mere seconds.
