A day

She spent the morning cleaning the tips of two diamonds. A long procedure, a tale of patience in a day where her hands rather wanted to be shaky and her eyes wanted to cry.
The cleaning took time, it needed be done and redone. At the end they were as she wanted: sharp, shiny, transparent.
She did it by consuming her emerald eyes over the stereomicroscope, following under the objective the tip of soft needle she held in her hand. In the lab they say it is something only a woman can do it to perfection. She caressed the gems lovingly, so to remove every speck of dust.
Long hours.
Once she finished doing that she proceeded with the second step: placing a ruby over the diamond culet watching up at her.
A single microscopical ruby, a drop of red, a round red ball fifty millionths of meter wide.
It took half day to place that little drop how she wanted.

At that point she placed the salt around the ruby sphere.
She covered a round surface of one hundred and sixty microns with the salt that she cooked in the chemical ruby of the friend Alessandra, working in the nearby lab.
It took one hour to do it.

Then in the silence of the clean room, the moment of truth: the sealing. She took the second diamond, turned with the culet looking down and placed it on top of the first one.
They need perfectly aligned, that or nothing, that or failure.
Will all the care she was capable of, she lowered the top one, to land on top of the ruby, the salt, the other end.
Two hours

She took a moment in between these activities, to breath, to recollect, to rest the eyes. At the end she was satisfied about her work. Looking at it she couldn’t help doing what she always does, finding poetry in things. She looked at it and she saw two diamonds, two, shiny, transparent, incredibly hard diamonds. In between them a little ruby, a very little drop of red, invisible. Invisible unless you know it is there, invisible unless You shine light on it.

If you don’t shine light on it you will simply never see the burning little ruby. Things are often like this, in life.
On the other hands, when you shine light and there is a living sphere like that inside, placed with all the care in the world, then, the diamonds shine different, nobody needs to know why, but they shine different, special.

What happened next wasn’t nice, but that is another story