Just imagining the patience that it took to plan out the intricate tile patterns that decorate the exterior of this massive tower made me thankful that it wasn’t my job. Even more thankful that setting the tiles into the pattern (likely done under the heat of the sun) wasn’t my job. There isn’t a single one askew or out of place.
“What does the word “intricate” mean to you? It could be the deep, fibrous bark on the ancient oak tree in your yard. Maybe it’s the robin’s nest under construction near your window — that ornithological engineering marvel of mud and twigs. It could be the treasured piece of needlepoint your grandmother crafted, or maybe a drawing you made. It could be the leaves falling from trees in the Southern Hemisphere — the wind arranging them just so on your lawn.”