Bottle caps rusty and shiny, bottle caps flattened by forces beyond sustainability, bottle caps standing pristine in their shape, each ridge a miracle of machined regularity. Bottle caps in hues of blues, reds, silvers, yellows; fewer greens, fewer purples, fewer pinks. Logos and symbols and trademarks and insignia flashing against the sunlight drifting across the room.
Trying to find the first orchid sequence in Swann in Love. Must learn time management.
a dusting of late winter snow