Day #7: Icicles
Luna loved the sight of the pointed icicles hanging from the family garage. She loved how they twinkled at night and melted into drippy, glittery puddles on the driveway each early morning. The world was full of beauty and it was Luna's job to capture it in lyrics and notes for everyone else to understand.
One morning, she sat on the front steps, determined to find the perfect words to describe her sharp, sparkly icicles.
But she was distracted as Lana ran over, picked two of them off the ground, and shoved them into her mouth.
"Look! I'm a walrus!"