Transparent Treasures
My parents were glass makers in the sense that the good times I've shared with others were not obvious until they were in pieces on the ground.
The best riches stem from the intangible— moments that nestle themselves beneath your cosmic dreams, a wildfire eyed smile, a guffaw arising deep from the belly that makes it ache, a gleam at the edge of one’s lips, the steady breathing when nailing the first date, the sound of paws at the front door after you twist the key, and the falling heart rate from hearing the voice of a loved one on the phone after a tragedy. What weighs heavier than a dragon melting into a pile of gold is the hope you carry forward when you wish at least one of these will last forever.
I don't know how many times I read this. I don't know what to say to you, Daniel. Thank you!
"wildfire eyed smile" - this image is amazing.