i never catch my disco ball at dusk
without a little leaping of my heart. 
all that unexpected reflected light really makes my spirits soar.
it’s a very slight window of time
when the light is exactly
right to catch
the tiny mirrored squares.
just as sunrise and sunset change their arrival time
a smidge each day,
so too with the angle of light needed for the disco ball refraction.
haven’t seen it for weeks, but today
i rushed into my little workroom
to jot down a note hoping to keep me from forgetting tomorrow
what was on the tip of my mind this afternoon
and ‘ta-da’, disco ball time.
big smile.
then just as quickly it was gone,
but not before it left its mark on me. big smile again.