An overcast day in October lends itself nicely to lights.
This morning, the gas stove flamed blue beneath the teakettle. The toaster red-wired the toast.
A fluorescent lamp in the basement took the creepy out of laundry duty. The rustic Meijer oil lamp moth-matizes grandchildren. And it will be good backup for the Climate Change Apocalypse. LED lights strung over the backyard pergola, among the dying grapevines, glow all day and all night.
Lights for cooking, seeing, working, dreaming. Thanks to little lights everywhere,
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