It was hanging from the thick, dark brown mahogany ceiling. Its parts were all sizes—some small, others medium, two or three big.
The shapes of the pieces were round, rectangular and almost like an arrow. The lights were on. The chandelier was applauding itself because it was happy. The home it was in was ritzy. Oh, to have a chandelier like this one! To walk into my own home and have that beautiful object greet me every single night! The person looked at the chandelier from the sidewalk. I like this! It makes me alive. I forget.