Twisted Wire

We have those icicle Christmas lights hanging from the rain gutters on our house.  I have decided the lights must be sentient and only play at being inanimate objects when brought out into the light.

I packed the lights away quite carefully last year - made sure there were no tangles, tied each string into a separate bundle, etc. Each bundle was carefully laid into a storage container with ample interior space. The container was then placed into storage where it remained untouched until this past weekend.

So there was no reason for the lights to be tangled when I opened the plastic container. And yet they were an intertwined mess. Strings were twisted together three times over. The only way that could have happened is for the lights to have been fraternizing over the past eleven months.

I am imagining one string reaching tenuously out to another - inviting more intimate contact. I'm also imagining the discussions that took place in that crate.

But Dad, he loves me!  Cobalt Blue, number seventeen on the string. The one with cutest little bubble near the very tip.

Now, Susie, you know that can never work out - he's from the wrong side of the circuit.