I wound up the snowglobe, the one with the prince and princess in it (with the three fairy godmothers molded to the base, flying around a castle with magic sprinkles flying from their wands), and felt as if the globe was mirroring my thoughts with its slow, drawn out, last few notes of "Sleeping Beauty Ballet." Kind of fading away, being snatched up by the still, ambient air, enjoyed by only me. Sputtering.