
A flower.
A sunrise.
A cup of tea.
A quiet wish for a good day.
They arrive almost every morning.
Forwarded, compressed, saved and sent again.
Individually, they seem unremarkable.
A little kitsch.
A little blurred.
Easy to swipe past.
But they keep arriving.
Perhaps what matters is not the image itself,
but the act of sending.
A small signal crossing distance.
A reminder that, this morning,
someone thought of you.