All Over The World

You cannot see my globe in all it's glory.  

Part of its glory is that in light, it spins; it spins like the earth does, on its axis.   It slows as the light fades, and stops entirely in the dark. 

I can, and have sat and gazed at it for hours. 

The globe spins inside the glass exterior and it looks to all the world, that it is floating atop these glass legs. 

I don't know how my husband does it, but he does.  

with every gift.