~ One Morning in October ~
A quiet beam of sunlight etched unto the room beyond, stretching-
Stretching-
And still stretching its long fingers to the tiny world from which it was attached.
It was as a child, longing to play and dance into the simple, plain box below, but far more attracted to golden threads weaved between curtain clothe and a slightly frosted windowpane already reflecting its bright rays. Long before the golden haired woman woke from precious slumber, the frozen spider web of frost tipped glass melted. Beads of water fell to the earth, temporary diamonds broken on the garden floor far below.
But the box remained alone.
For now, it was not in favor of the light, rather just existed, neither clinging to darkness and shadow nor glowing , beacon like, to the statutes of silence that so well surrounded its thin walls.
It was not a focus of time...Just a plain box-
Rectangular in shape.
Grey in color.
Stormy grey, as only sailors have seen pass to a crying sea dealt by its cruel mother wind.
Stormy grey as only the slate has beheld upon a frozen winter night dipped upon bright mornings.
Yes...That stormy grey. Yet even such magnificent description could not take away the truth-
A plain box.
But a box that waited to be opened, whispering quietly to the dew and morning of the
secrets beyond.
Like plain people with warm smiles, or plain weddings with happy couples.
So many soft voices...
So many secrets.
Secrets that rode on shafts of sunlight, stretched-
Stretched-
still stretching their way to golden tassels and golden hair.
So lay the quiet room with the simple grey box that only the melted frost, now soaking into the soil, could tell of its secret.
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