She sat under the spray of the sprinkler, water glittering through the air, catching the sunrays. She imagined she was being sprinkled in stardust, and everyone knows stardust is magical. She will become magical, too.
She lay back, letting the water droplets roll off her. Surprisingly, the stardust was cold. She thought it would have been warm or hot.
She squinted her eyes to prevent the water from going into them and watched the rainbow of colors appear under the spray of water. Like the night sky, only magical in a different way.
Is that not like life? Connecting one thing, but at the same time being absolutely different.