Prism Sky And sometimes I pat myself

And sometimes I pat myself on the back when a Midwestern tourist asks me for directions on the street

even after listening to a song many times

I live just moments from downtown Knoxville

It's far easier than jostling through the tourist traffic around the theater district and Times Square

And it was so fulfilling for me and my spirit

Prism Sky And sometimes I pat myselfOne of the earliest memories I have from my childhood is of a small kaleidoscope toy that featured all sorts of colorful geometric patterns if I turned the cylinder, sort of like focusing a camera. It made quite an impression upon me, especially if I aimed it at a sunny window and got the wonderful backlighting effect. How might I have turned out differently if I'd gotten my young hands on a cell phone instead? Philosophical musings aside, this