You’re not even looking for it, but there it is. Like finding a four-leaf clover in a wheat field. Or a forgotten item made by your child, a homemade card so full of love that it holds you fast in memory.
Music is like that. Scents. It takes you back to the memory, the day, that piece of your life buried in your mind, so rich with intangible, unexplainable emotions. You go back to that moment and breathe the same air again.
Books. I can’t tell you how many times I've read Lord of the Rings and lived again the vivid walk through Ithilien, smelled rabbit cooking, and pondered my next move to Cirith Ungol.
Lilacs, Sunshine, and Honey. Twilight was also a life-changer for me. Those who know what I’m talking about nod in agreement. If it didn't affect you the way it did me, I hope you find a book that does.
Quiet treasures are out there for anyone caring to look. This week is about those crystals foundamong the gravel.
Watch for them. They are out there, unheralded perhaps, but sweet and wonderful nonetheless.