Mostly True Memoirs
I Love Glitter!
It rained two inches the other day.
My apologies to my California friends.
I know that makes y’all jealous.
I took a walk through the park after the storm.
There were still the remnants of dark, angry clouds in the sky.
The air was chilly.
The breeze was even chillier.
All of a sudden, the sun peaked out of the gloom.
The soggy, drenched, waterlogged world glittered in the brilliant sunshine.
It was a spectacular sight.
For just a moment.
Before the sun disappeared behind the clouds again.
I love glitter.
But only the post-rainstorm kind.
I despise the art-supply stuff.
That kind of glitter is the devil’s instrument.
It’s the herpes of the arts-and-crafts world.
Once you’ve been exposed, you’re a carrier forever…
But I digress.
It was a spectacular, post-rainstorm afternoon.
The only kind of glitter I like.
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