Determiners

A bevy of doves sunning themselves on the power line above me suddenly burst into flight. As the last wing beat into the air, I saw a bit of fluff descending. Such a precarious little moment, this soft down floating through the air.  I am filled with a sense of how fragile life is, how chance brings us from here to there. Even so, I feel, simultaneously, the inevitability of each event unfolding perfectly. 

According to Mirriam Webster chance can be defined as: the assumed impersonal purposeless determiner of unaccountable happenings. 

As the feather sashayed through the air, I was struck with its grace. I am grateful to catch its presence in a world of things moving so quickly, awed to witness its delicate passage to earth. It felt personal to me, its purpose to awaken wonder, a determiner of unaccountable feelings stirred, heart strings lifted, a smile worn for the simple delight of its presence.