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A bursty breeze stuttered across the Sausalito docks last Monday evening. The swirly air shook tiny-light dotted tree limbs and heavy-tilted a piling-tethered flock of metal balloons. Both the lights and balloons were meant to change that place, and how quickly the unexpected Spring wind changed them.
Like in life where our best efforts to alter the future are altered by whatever it contains.
Sometimes the results are lovely... but even then, they can be frantic, eh?