Glory is fleeting

By mskitty

The bright lights of Stockbridge

I'm slowly starting to get back to my normal routine.
So tonight (in keeping with my rock and roll lifestyle), I was out at my knitting class.
I pass through Stockbridge on the way to the class and have noticed that they've put some lights in the trees.
What is it about even the smallest bit of sparkle that always makes me smile.

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