Lots of things sparkle. What we call sparklers, or really low grade welding sticks that light up with a match and sparkle in the dark. I really miss what we used to call fire works night (November 5) or Guy Fawkes Night (Gun powder, treason and plot), I really miss fireworks night, all those smells and colours and sounds, we’ve become a true nanny state in banning them. We forget there’s a risk even in getting out of bed in the morning – perhaps they’ll ban getting up every morning 🙂
Flowers also sparkle, like a living impressionist, even expressionist, painting.
Taken near Nungarin at Talgomine reserve at the height of wildflower season, the photo doesn’t quite capture the sparkle, but I can assure you they do. A bit like us really, what you see on the outside sometimes belies what’s on the inside, we all sparkle, but you have to get to know in order to really know. Knowing is seeing.