I once read a poem that says,
"There are times so rare
When a small win feels like
How do I say it
What do I call it
Perhaps it feels like "everything"
For just a split second
Every other thing is forgotten
A smile sneaks in
As the troubles and loss are forgotten Replaced with that blooming feeling
Of unexplainable happiness and joy."
The poet, Terres Michael had called it 'A Tiny Ray'.
And that's exactly how it feels now. A tiny ray of light blooming in my darkened life, as I walked the hallway of the Wellington Fashion Empire headquarters.
The words of that poem were exactly my words. I resonated with those words, I felt at home with them.
I may have lost the job, but getting this tour was a win, a small one that feels like… everything. I followed Vera with gait, the events of the last minutes insignificant compared to this unexplainable feeling of happiness and joy.
