Eventually, we produce these fine specimens.
However, nobody can see anything once the mask is on. I wonder about this, but then I see kids delighting in darkness.
Apparently, this makes the feast more fun and uncontrollable.
Meanwhile, I monitor the purple glue sticks and question how in the world they go on purple but dry clear. The chemistry behind this phenomenon has me stumped.
Something dries out, and the purple disappears. Who invented this great item? Maybe the same person who, as a kid, would have raced towards the speed limit monitor sign.
Lord, let me monitor my own joy today. Let me race down streets, wear turkey masks even when I can't see a thing, and stay vibrant purple. Let me not be contained. Let me have turkey feathers even on my jeans.
I'm on my way to run in front of the speed monitor.