Summer in its final scene: overgrown, golden, and refusing to fade quietly. A hand-laid disco ball floats through layers of olive, blush, smoke, and sun-soaked yellow, scattering fragments of light as the room shifts around it.

For anyone who knows the ending deserves a little drama.

What is it? A disco ball. A setting sun. The last dance before fall takes over. Whatever you need it to be.

For best results: Hang high where the afternoon light can find it. Applause encouraged.