A new year,
a new day…
Is there a difference?
It all starts from scratch… We say…
In real time, it just rolls on…
Interrupted by weekends, holidays, festivities, ups and downs…
Yesterday I took the christmas deco down, all’s gone, neatly packed in boxes, till it revives again next year.
Only a lonely shell – actually there’s a box of them – remained on the table, bought 3 weeks ago together with some new christmas baulbs.
It’s been my nice, thoughtless playmate during this morning’s coffee.
The big boss – that’s how Largo knows my hub ;-) – went out to work again. The pup is a little sad. Me? I have rather mixed feelings.
It sure is emptyer in the house, but then again I breathe in the quiet, the stillness of no television from dusk to dawn (hub is a tele zapping papa).
My quiet life returns for a while.
The lonely shell rolled around in my hand, till then I was not really conscious I held it.
Is it trying to tell me something?
Does it hold the secret of the future?
Don’t think so, I bought it, not found it myself – those are messageless.
But still they behold the call of the sea, a memory of my dad dropping in my head…
He gave me a nice shell when I was a little girl. We had to go on a fancy dinner (kids included…). He bought it for me and told me that if I listened quite close, I could hear the sound of the sea.
The quiet girl I was, it intrigued me and all along dinner I was sitting there – introvert childs are the perfect dinner partners ;-) – pressing the shell to my ear, listening to the sea rushing the shore. I was happy.
Even shop shells can hold a story….
Everything has a story….