Morning Glory

It's 7:45 on a Tuesday morning, but it doesn't feel that way. The sun beats down on a single abandoned soccer ball in the middle of the cul-de-sac, casting a long shadow. The birds chirp, soaring over the rooftops in a half hazard swoop. I am waiting for my curling iron to heat up.
Last night my friend Ian had a photo scavenger hunt. I was highly pleased with this idea, and so off I went to discover the results of such intrigue. We were the Shooting Stars, shooting the large overblown over colored movie star posters at Movies 8. From there we spanned a large part of the Redding area looking for things on our typed white list. Regret, a yellow submarine, a figurehead, the list was extensive. We scurried from place to place finding our items and were rewarded at the end of the night with pie and ice cream and laughs as our pictures were slide showed on the t.v.