When the sunlight hits my disco balls, amazing things happen in my living room.
I have just two of them, tiny little things that hardly bear a resemblance to the Studio 54-style icons we all know and love.
But when the pale March sun dares to shine into the room and strike them, usually around mid-afternoon, a wonderful thing happens.
Little round circles of light bounce all over the room
High and low, on the ceiling and the floor, across the furniture and art and everywhere I look.
And what I like to do, when the sunshine hits my disco balls, is to simply stand in the middle of it all and marvel at this miracle of light.
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