Mirrors reflect life. But I use them to reflect light.
The corner where my treadmill waits is a dark and boring spot, mentally and physically. With the addition of mirrors it changes complexion and replicates many of the objects I value which are in an opposite corner.
Tiny craft mirrors are glued to ribbon or set into jigsaw pieces. The larger ones showed up on clearance tables long ago.
Mind you, I NEVER look into them ~~ I try to avoid breakage with a passion that borders on paranoia.
If, perchance, my face and/or body shows up in a mirror I glance quickly at that stranger, offer a pleasant smile and nod before moving away in a blink.
Do you always recognize yourself in a mirror?
*My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.*