For anyone in the area:
soft, golden light; the kind that announces that the sun is nearly down,
a wind that chills the bones, and yet at the same time rejunevates the soul with a whisper of spring.
a bottle of glitter, carefully opened and poured into tiny, delicate, waiting hands.
and then one single breath aimed at the sparkly pile, cupped protectively,
and off the sparkles go, into the wind.