A polished cement floor in the lobby of a contemporary art museum. There is also a wall there, at least 25 feet high at its peak, pasted with old newspapers, and displays an installation of about fifty framed colored mirrors of different sizes. The high wall and expanse of mirrors are striking the first time you see it, but not so much in subsequent visits. The cement floor beneath, however, swirls with irregular and accidental patterns, and with it's own dull shine, hazily reflects the colors from the mirrors, the shoes of visitors, and even the amber of the sun setting in the sky outside.
Cheers, everyone, to a new year of taking delight in the space under our feet.
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I've been needing my MOP fix! :) here's to 2010!
knowing how prone i am to tripping over air molecule and skidding on unobstructed floor, i do not know how much delight i could take in the space under my feet. but it is a lovely wish and thank you for it, my friend. i wish you nothing but soft clouds under yours. (-;
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