sun and its subtraction of our shadows from the finite total of its given light. Today, the old green sprinkler sits dusty with the other tools on a shelf in my garage. It hasnâ€™t spun in decades. It doesnâ€™t need to. I look at it from time to time and see it still as one of the marvels of my universe, still twirling its silver faith into all the places I have ever walked.