I can't see it, sometimes – if I strain just right, but I feel it against my skin, warm when I'm cold, cool when I'm not; it lies heavy and strong reassuring me. Gold against brown skin, it pulls about my neck. So simple and plain – it is just two gold bars lying across one another. While I stride in the light, the gift's shine is brilliant, catching eyes with it's glint, yielding a pause over the One embodied. Yet there is no glow, if I sit in the dark and the smooth structure goes unnoticed, unable to share it's story. Shower, sleep, walking eat, it moves as I move and sees what I see. So, basic and bare a thing to be so precious to me.