On Monday, I found a plastic bottle glimmering in the sunlight as if waiting to be recycled.

On Tuesday, I walked to the top of Rivington Pike watching as the sun lowered.

On Wednesday, I saw a glittering leaf as reflective as a mirror that has just been cleaned.

On Thursday, I touched a soft, silent snowflake as it fell from the cloudy void.

On Friday, I tasted a shimmering, gleaming rain drop falling off the dark, gray clouds.

On Saturday, I heard the crying of seagulls swooping above head waiting to find fish and chips to munch on for its tea.

On Sunday, I wondered what is the true meaning of life?