The attic was more than a place where you hung on to items that should have been long ago donated to the second hand store, it was a place of solitude. I remember it as a safe haven when I couldn't necessarily get away. Sometimes a place of deep thought and occasionally a place where I could hide away from everything.
With the holidays approaching my mind reviews life like a child's flip book. Where you flip the pages and a picture story reveals itself. Maybe its more like the title of the movie " the good, the bad and the ugly" as life contains all of that and more.
Another year and another holiday approaching ...wishing you a Merry Christmas!
Again... reached for your hand and found your heart,
touched your heart and found your soul.