Disco Ball on the Move

While walking home this past Friday night, a seedy little man passed me carrying a spectacular disco ball. He wasn’t laughing or carrying on. He moved with purpose and great intensity. I got the impression that whatever he was doing with a giant sparkling disco ball, it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. I wanted to go where he was going. I wanted to be a part of that mystery. But he moved so quickly, it was impossible to keep up. He faded into the night, out of site. I was left longing for that disco-era underworld.