A Treasure Found

Rummaging through boxes in the attic

you find a memento, and you bring it

downstairs to view in a better light.

Attics, dark and dusty, are meant for

storing things such as this. Constant

exposure to the light and mind, even

treasured keepsakes tend to fade over

time. It would be like eating a favorite

food every day. What you have become

accustomed to on a regular basis can

become stale and mundane to the taste.

A rediscovery such as this is like a shot

of Tabasco sauce which tends to spike

and enliven the everyday with surprise.

That item you found in the attic takes

you back to a time somehow lost between

the swiftly turned pages in the story of

your life. But with this, the treasure you

hold in your hands today, right here and

now, you have been granted the power to

reunite with that fuzzy feeling from the

past, so soft to the touch, warm and com-

forting as those woolen mittens you wore

as a child stepping out into the waist-high

snow on a cold and blustery winter’s day.

Chris Hanch 7-30-17