Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Oh... but I*m not a witch at all.
When I grew up we had a black and white TV. Because of this, while I imagined the Emerald City to be green, and the ruby slippers to be red, I never knew that Glinda, the good witch, wore pink. On a black and white TV, It looked like she was dressed in white. It wasn*t until I was in seminary, in my mid-twenties, that I saw the Wizard of Oz in color. Amazing. Who knew? Glinda wore PINK. It seemed... well... wrong, somehow.
This, I think, is my fifth witch reflection. The new supervisor, the supervisor who will not be my supervisor, wore dark pink yesterday. She was most clearly a good witch. Or perhaps she was not a witch at all.
She must have chosen
Her sparkle shoes
To wear yesterday morning.
I admit I did not see
But she did arrive
In a dark pink blouse,
And the wind
Ok the breeze
Was clearly warmer,Out of the south.