it was one of those grey scottish days when the wind slices like a knife. an ... omg, it's too cold to breath kind of day, a day when sensible people stay home and dream of spain and sunshine. leaving the daft few to fight their way along the sea front, buffeted from every direction by angry, ice cold air.
i had grabbed my old jacket from the cupboard at the bottom of the stairs. as i rounded the corner from the main street into shore road, i thrust my cold hands deep into my pockets in search of protection from the wandering tendrils of the icy blast.
and there it was.
right at the bottom of a deep pocket, in with the fluff and beach sand and a forgotten piece of gum. rattling around with a couple of loose pennies and a once, beautiful when wet, pebble. what can i say ... i was surprised. after all, it would not have been the first place i expected to find such a treasure.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” ~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
"There are too many people, and too few human beings." Robert Zend
"Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands, and then eat just one of those pieces."