My magpie fascination

A random thought…

I looked up from the computer to notice that the bamboo, which grows four feet over the balcony, which is twelve feet from the ground, was sparkling.

Sparkling.

And me wuvs me some sparklitude. It’s the bane of my existence, this ban on sequins before 5pm; isn’t daylight when they would be shown to full advantage?

It’s raining. And the light from the amber spotlight on the parking lot behind the Chinese Retirement Home reflects off the leaves, which dance when the rain hits them, hence the sparklitude. There are consolations to living in “the bad part of town.”

Now, I just need the firecrackers to start.

10 thoughts on “My magpie fascination

  1. Most of my stuff, I slam out, then I add a bunch, then I cut most of what I added and half of what I slammed out in the first place, then I fight over a couple paragraphs I still want only I know inside it will be better without them I just liked them damn it!

    And then I finally cut them and then I think it might be good.

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