Today I, by M

I feel like: a small light pink rubber ball floating in my garden. I'm leaving little trails of glitter here and there... everywhere. And my little tiny hands come out to try and sweep up the glitter with pan and stiff thistled brush, before it makes a mess.... but the wind catches it and it seems to be everywhere. I am both delighted and a bit apprehensive about it. It occurs to me my cleaning supplies are inadequate.