I captured this little thing and felt it move in my hand. I wanted to open my hand but knew it would escape. I could only marvel and feel satisfied that I could feel it moving in my hand-but that was all I could. I could only imagined what it really looked like; see it through to fantastical future prizes and accolades at what I had.
But I could not let it go. I could not open my hand and let other see.
It would fly away, that little thing and I worried someone else might catch it. And maybe they would. But they would have my same problem.