Beads.
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| Droplets and beads |
I wore an Ethiopian bead necklace the other day, to that soiree. It garnered comments.
Beads of perspiration trickle down my neck, pool in the ends of my hair.
Beads of liquorice, memories of Finland.
Waiting for the lift, I watched the droplets bead down the window, presenting a shimmering gauze between the office and the warm light of home.
The rain continued and the earth beneath rumbled for a second time today. Beads of awareness, beads of concern, dissipate as the tremors roll through.
[Camera : Lumix TZ-85, 6.59pm; 6 October 2017]
