The rain has just cleared, allowing for the sun to break through the clouds at last. Elsie lounges beneath her tree admiring her most recent acquisitions. She found these lovely glass creations dumped off the side of a cliff and rescued the pieces left intact to hang from the boughs of her tree. They catch the light and cast rainbows across her cheeks as they turn in the breeze. She lifts a lazy hand to the closest one and spins it slowly to watch it sparkle. How could anyone throw away something so beautiful?