I love lighting stores--all those crazy paths with fixtures dotting the ceiling, tables brimming with lamps and walls festooned with sconces.
I love to turn switches on and off and watch the lights obey my orders. I love to slide and dial the dimmers.
Every light creates it's own scene. I'm sharing cocktails with a dark mysterious man beneath that single glowing pendant or coffee with a friend under the bright globe designed to hang in a kitchen nook.
Elegance drips from ten thousand crystal beads and prisms.
Anything is possible in a lighting store.
All those different fields of light in one place; call it heaven.
You might even find an apron of glittering icicles in the middle of a heat wave.
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