Kolor Fall sent a gift in the night. I thought he'd forgotten about me, since I'm hardly ever in SL, but he hadn't. I opened the simple granite column on the roof, the only part of my house that I use these days.
Sublime kinetic energy turning cartwheels, they roll apart and then reel back in on their other selves, like the untamed persistence of memory. They make you want to set them free.
(see my Flickr for photos of the big build, complete with Lime Jelly dance)