The light hit the ceiling, but it didn't leave a mark.
If you don't expect too much you will sometimes find joy in things smaller than anything else you have found. This light reminded me of faces, but then I think I stopped looking for anything in particular.
These chirping birds in the backyard wake me up sometimes at 6 a.m., and if they don't the janitor does when he sorts trash from recyclable bottles and such.
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