Poetic cups, and other observations

[Melooon]

I visited the kitchen this evening and I observed this interesting arrangement of cups and one bottle cap. I thought there was something a bit sorrowful about their gathering here. Shadows looking away, distance keeping them apart, and the inherent quality of the difference between each, small and dark and bright and clear. Empty, complete and waiting for a future.

Or maybe you just see cups c:



Maybe you have some interesting poetic observations to share?