Styrofoam pellets dancing on asphalt
Fri Apr 20, 2007 Filed in: Recycled
thoughts
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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