I sit at this place to write this text, a place I work, study, or rest. Papers may gather, crumbs may stack, screens may glow, but my ideas are fostered, in mind and digital scroll.

Sparkle and shine, Shimmer and whine, These are what makes this time of year divine!

I'm the stuff of the desert, and there I often storm. I make up most beaches, and am quite fascinating to look at under a microscope.

No use crying over this spilt drink Leave it out the fridge too long and it’ll create a stink.

Everyone wants one, but usually hate to go there... You spend more time there than at home