Styrofoam pellets dancing on asphalt

Sometimes beautiful things happen. Today is a gorgeous day in Rochester. I stood outside work and a light breeze blew styrofoam packing pellets across the parking lot. They were small and white against the sandy gray like popped up beans. They made the most precious and musical tinkling sounds against the asphalt. They spun in circles, played dead, and tumbled over each other like they were not the waste of a hedonistic society. I was nearly overwhelmed with joy before returning to the machine.
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