There's something rich and nourishing in the mundane - that isn't sparkly or red carpet.
Imagination is the true magic carpet.
The smell of the carpet in a hotel room is the same everywhere.
I was on this bridge overlooking the carpet... I think it went all the way back to Oregon.
I used to hate exposure situations. What is generally referred to as 'red carpet.'
That red carpet has to be felt to be believed.