Dear Microscope,
You were wonderful. I still remember the smell of the liquid that you were supposed to drip onto the slide to make the top plate stick. The way those top plates could bend, but only a little. The scrape of the edge of the slide against my thumb and forefinger. That little cardboard box for the slides. I couldn’t BELIEVE I had been gifted real scientific equipment. With real glass.
And then, when I focused you well, a tiny universe of cells. Revealed. Discovered.
Thank you,
-e.