Saturday, March 12, 2011
Project 365 - The Pearls
I knew the box was there, just out of the reach of my probing fingers. Best left untouched this time.
This evening, as I was driving home from a masterful performance by The Pennsylvania Ballet, she passed through my thoughts and heart. She had seen the Ballet Russe in New York when she was young. I wondered which piece they had performed for her. I wondered if it was Swan Lake. I wondered if she had left the theater with the same joy nestled in her heart that I felt today.
When I got home, I went straight to my drawer. This time, my hand was eager for the feel of the small, white box. I fingered the yellow sticky note as I read it's tender message for the millionth time. I opened the box and removed it's treasure. Bits of round, smooth, ivory history strung together with love. And for just a moment I held her close.