Light From Darkness
In the midst of dimness and plain cardboard boxes, we bent our backs in our labor. Sorting this, tossing that, rearranging others to be concealed once more until another time.
“Should we keep this?”
Blindly I answered that I didn’t care. I was going through the dull covers of forgotten books, their pages kept in the dark for far too long. My wife again attempted to penetrate my indifferent fog.
“How ‘bout this hat?”
The word “hat” reflected itself throughout my mind. I better look at it.
The crumpled form still had its sheen. The tawny suede glowed in the feeble light. “My Aussie hat!” Several times I’d searched for it in the house. Now, its brilliance burst upon me from the shed.
For a moment, the bright memories shared by that hat returned. Horse-back riding on a sun-drenched beach, summertime hikes beneath silver-lined clouds, Shimmering mountains mirrored in sparkling waters. Carefully reshaping crown and brim, I ceremoniously put it on. The familiar weight made my work seem lighter.
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