You know those NASA photos of nebulae and far off galaxies? Behind each glowing swirl and whorl of gasses and planets, there is a spread of indigo-violet deep space, pinpricked by the light of distant stars. It’s vast, awe-inducing.
And then I look at the plum I bought for a snack. The dense fruit is easily cupped in the palm of my hand, but there on its skin is that same indigo-violet, freckled with pinpricks of gold and red, like far off stars.
Somehow, the wonder of the immeasurable inhabits the miniature.