It caught my attention, one day. I was strolling down the block, lanky hat in hand, when something flashed in the corner of my eye. It was this very piece, shimmering in all of its beauty. This artwork, crafted by the deft hands of a clearly skilled artisan, immediately brought tears to my eyes.
I bawled. Like a baby.
How can something be so beautiful? I thought, falling to my knees in shock. My face was wetter than the Water Temple. Literally a fountain was just gushing out of my eyes. There was just one thought in my head at that moment, and I did not care and never will care about why I thought it or how volatile it was.
"Baby got velvet." I whispered. The leaves rustled softly in the cool breeze.