The Beam and the Stream

I stood calmly, minding my aim at the white porcelain target looming below. I listened to the sound of the flowing stream as it splashed into the pool of clear water. Then I noticed sparkling motion in the side of a clear bottle of liquid on a shelf facing me.

What could that be? As I looked around, I found the answer.

At that particular time, a ray of sunlight at exactly the right angle through the window illuminated the amber stream I was emitting, lending it a golden glow. The sparkling waterfall was being reflected by the clear liquid in the bottle, its image dancing remotely before me. I was fascinated. This could only happen at the precise time that a beam from the sun struck a stream from me and transformed it into a momentary work of art.

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legacycowgirl
1 year ago

So what you’re trying to say is, you fantasize about golden showers…

viccles
1 year ago
Reply to  legacycowgirl

🤣

legacycowgirl
1 year ago
Reply to  cosmicrat

Oh, Dammit…I was so hoping to give you a new nickname of, “Golden Boy.” Oh well…

viccles
1 year ago

Are you sure Skittles were not involved? 😉

legacycowgirl
1 year ago
Reply to  viccles

I imagine he’s tasted the rainbow…

legacycowgirl
1 year ago
Reply to  cosmicrat

I always think of John Lennon when I think of global thoughts. And, I have been thinking a lot about having a maid to help with those Christmas cookies. Where is Maude and Mrs.Naugatuck, when you need help?