A Crisp Golden Crescendo: Part 42

I glided along the smooth stone ledge of the park fountain, basking in the crisp morning clarity. Sitting right near the dry basin was an oversized, dried sycamore leaf, curled into a golden half-shell beside an abandoned wooden golf tee. With my left hand resting poised upon my hip, I raised my right arm and brought the base of my miniature silver microphone against the wooden peg. A fluid nudge rolled the tee across the stone until it tapped the crisp sycamore rib with a sharp, papery snap. The sound fluttered out across the empty plaza like a lively overture, perfectly greeting the morning breeze. #Mariah #Mariahcarey #Mattel #Barbie @cataww234