The crystal candy bowl sitting in patient expectation on a desk across from me, waiting for someone with a sweet tooth to fondle its crystal lid, to scoop from its belly some tasty morsels of hardened sugar, or perhaps sweet, soft, gooey chocolates, waiting for someone, anyone, to make it feel as if it was there to serve some purpose, to make it feel as though it has a reason to be, to be understood by anyone who might even think about sucking down some sour tangerines or chocolate temptations or little green mints. I wonder if the bowl ever contemplates from whence its bounty comes? That the small candy store around the corner had been holding its stash until someone buys a bag or two of mixed delights and places them carelessly in its belly, unable to even taste the candy but knowing only that what it has to offer makes those who visit it happy as when they were children visiting a candy store for the very first time.