One of my pillars of society was broken during night. Dark started at ten minutes to 11 o’clock, with o’possum wander along line of evergreen trees, poking around for snacks. Weathery. moist yore. A puncture in time 1:38. Sum rain had started had ceased. Loud airplane sound at 2:45.punctuated rest, and then, trash collection. More rains and winds picked up and whisked and whorled trees branches, stirring them from several directions. The Gaspe peninsula. Ruby climbed to top of trellis. The pillar is bone china or porcelain – white, a fluted column with gold tracing design lines of Corinthian capital style. Gold accents square base and round column bottom. Two are a pair I of candlesticks I useful for holding * one small light green and one blue * Christmas ball. The pieces can be glued together. Obtained through low bid: no one wanted them citing imperfection. A truck with stylised R, MACH II and TAC 24. Dawn came to dispel night by way of west. At eight sun delivered new day. Petits fleurs, flourish painted on ins and outs. Each ball fits Roman candle well. Orders.