Where’d it go? I said. Where’d what go? She said. The…

““Where’d it go? I said. Where’d what go? She said. The ring, I said. What ring? She said. She got straight down and looked in the pool : she saw the winged thing. That’s not a ring, she said. That’s a seed. I told her what happened : she laughed. Oh, she said. That sort of ring. I thought you meant a ring for a finger, like a wedding ring or a gold ring. My eyes filled with tears and she saw. Why are you crying? She said. Don’t cry. Your sort of ring is much better than those. It went, I said. It’s gone. Ah, she said. Is that why you’re crying? But it hasn’t gone at all. And that’s why it’s better than gold. It hasn’t gone, it’s just that we can’t see it any more. In fact, it’s still going, still growing. It’ll never stop going, or growing wider and wider, the ring you saw. You were lucky to see it at all. Cause when it got to the edge of the puddle it left the puddle and entered the air instead, it went invisible. A marvel. Didn’t you feel it go through you? No? But I did, you’re inside it now. I am too. We both are. And the yard. And the brickpiles. And the sandpiles … See how far your eye can go. … It’s passing through them and nothing and nobody will feel a thing but there it is doing it nonetheless. … The ring you saw in the water’ll never stop travelling till the edge of the world and then when it reaches the edge it’ll go beyond that too. Nothing can stop it.””

— Ali Smith