There are places I sometimes go when the noise of my world becomes too ugly and loud.
In the quiet, cluttered, corners and dusty shelves of these places, my troubles gradually shrink in perspective.
Surrounded by reflections of the harshness of earlier days, the past somehow soothes the present.
Shadows are no longer feared nor fearful....
...but beguiling friends who sometimes share their secrets with me....
...or leave me pensive and curious.
But, inevitably and unequivocally, richer in spirit.