Wrinkles in Time

I will always be taken with beautiful things.
Trends often come and go, but I pretty much end up the same, with all the good, the bad, and the ugly. Almost unyeilding…
chasing sunsets, historic textures, bright colors, and simple and complex arrangements.
Stories found in wrinkles of time and floorboards of old houses.
I miss sharing this with like-minded people gathered around a beautifully set table
for no particular reason, being together was reason enough.
Finding joy in small corners, that some say are too plain, or small, or random to notice.
I miss handwritten letters, cards in the mail, and meeting for coffee in quirky cafés.
I cannot wait for the wheel to start turning, and people to welcome back the idea.
Perhaps, it’s closer than we think…