grasswire

“Let me help you with that,” said an airplane.
“Help me with what?” answered the surprised street lamp without raising her head.
“You are missing one cable, you appear unbalanced.  Your posture lacks a certain symmetry.”
“It lacks symmetry? Really? I never noticed that.”
“That is because you only explore the shadows your light makes on the street, not the ones you throw against the sky. Look, I’m tossing away these sparkling white crystals anyway, let’s make something nice out of  them.”

In the airplane, the air hostesses were getting ready to serve drinks. Orange or apple juice sir? Tomato? Well we have it but you have to buy it. Orange than? There you go.

“But these crystals of yours,” said the street lamp after a short pause, “they will not last, they will dissolve before the sky changes its hue. What’s the use of it, if it will only last a moment?”
“Perhaps someone will see it. Stop for a second. Smile.”

The street light was gently swinging back and forth.

“OK, let see what you have there. Perhaps I will even be able to see the face of a person that radiates back a spark of light that I give away day after day.”

Funny thing though, thought the airplane as it flew South. Neither me nor her will actually see the little intangible gift we are making.