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When I was a kid, my mom made these bead and sequin ornaments for our Christmas Tree. I remember I loved the sparkly joy of them, and the dense texture.

This winter, I made a bunch of my own. Which is crazy because they take about 2 hours each.

But I was possessed. I felt like Richard Dreyfus with his mashed potato models of Devil’s Tower, and I couldn’t stop until I’d made more than a dozen glittering orbs.

It wasn’t until New Year’s Eve, watching the celebration in Times Square, that I had my own Close Encounters moment:

“Andy! Look… It’s the mother ship of my ornaments! What does it all mean??”

(And I hummed the 5 notes of the movie theme music, to underscore the cosmic coincidence…)

He smiled, “It’s just Time passing…”