Twinkles are fleeting; they never last. The twinkle is for a second. The build up gives us a glimpse of sharp light, appearing as a spot in the sky. It enlarges, building up to the climax. A bright dazzling sparkle which illuminates your line of sight for literally a second, before humbling. It bows out, gracefully. It knows that good things happen for short periods of time. That joy occurs in moments. That everything precious in this world is temporary. It’s gone before it has a chance to express vanity. I suppose everything good in this life is a twinkle. A gorgeous fleeting gift, to make us appreciate those things more.
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