Light my path

On the steps up to ceramics. Luciana has spring going on already.
After a peaceful few hours trimming pots, the skies suddenly darkened. The wind rose and I arrived back at the laundry to find shards of white plastic everywhere. Apparently a table had been scooped up from a terrace by a mini tornado and was dumped on a passing car. No injuries but I am sure they were terrified.
All calmer now, though my insights into some lives are more traumatic. You can’t make it up, as they say.