A Theme

This morning I was picking up trash from the sidewalk in front of my house. I spotted what looked like a caterpillar but it was a single strip of eyelashes. I immediately knew whose it was: my neighbor who dresses in wild outfits with colorful wigs. 

Later on the way to the pool my husband said, Look at those clouds! White wispy clouds were combed across the blue sky in the shape of one gigantic false eyelash. I sense a theme today, I said.

In the evening we stopped to get a bag of almonds and the cashier had beautiful dark curled lashes. All the women must envy your eyelashes, I said. Yes they do, he replied with a smile.