All good things come in threes
I encountered these three roof lines in a historical district near the Phoenix Art Museum. They look alike, but are quite different.
Each is painted a slightly variant shade of blue. The windows they shelter are different. The supporting posts are lodged at different points on the roof. The third bears a chimney and a different medallion at the peak. It is almost as though each has proclaimed their own individuality, although staying related.
It’s like human triplets. I’ve often wondered about the practice of dressing identical triplets exactly alike. And then I hear that even then, mothers can tell them apart, knowing them so well from before birth.
We are all alike, and we are all different. And that’s okay!
The walls we build around ourselves
to keep out sadness
also keep out joy.