The hidden things that were always there.
“There’s a tiny shop somewhere around the city that’s filled with all kinds of treasure. It may look like a dull boring place from the outside but the moment you open the door and step in, that’s when the magic of this shop begins.”
It was one of the coldest days of winter when the sun appeared but gave no comfort. The rays of the sun still sleepy and lazy looked more like moonlight piercing the cold heavy fog. I got out of bed, had a sip of hot tea and put on the warmest dress in my closet. The moment I woke up I knew something, somewhere, awaited me.
I found myself wandering outside in search for something I was unsure about. The people I passed shuddered with each gust of wind. I hid as much of my face as I could with my scarf and shrugged it off walking here and there.
Still, I found nothing.
Maybe I was foolish wasting my time. I could be home engulfed in the warmth of my blanket. Before the thought had almost convinced me, my eyes caught the sight of a tiny old shop. Despite it looking dull and gloomy, I found myself walking toward it. The closer I got the more foolish I felt. “Why did I end up coming here?”
I opened the door and felt an incredible warmth on my skin as I walked further inside. As I looked around, I felt joy and contentment in my heart. There were so many things that caught my eyes, I rarely got a chance to blink. A handful number of old pots and vases, where some of the dried plants took shelter in it. Weaved baskets, old lamps and wreaths of dried leaves hanged on the wall. It was so quiet and peaceful that even the dust throughout the shop barely woke from its sleep.
This little place was not only filled with beautiful things but also with fine stories. The empty pots were full of different memories of the plants that used to live in there. The tables and racks crowded with scars from carrying delicate treasures from long ago. My heart overflowed with their fascinating stories and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.
As I stood there spellbound with all the magic brimming in this shop, the uncertainty and doubt I felt that morning was completely covered with all the things I experienced in this tiny place. The realization came upon me that this dull little place in the middle of a chaotic city had been waiting for someone to open its treasures hidden from sight.
As I walked back home, my soul was wrapped tightly with the fondness and admiration of the treasures I came across with. I returned with precious memories I held dearly in my heart to indulge in reminiscence.
Eurielle.
