one for me.
yes.
I casually spread out my light blue, ski-penguin blanket in the plushy grass and laid on my side peeling open my novel. I read a few pages, then scooched to the edge of my blankey and peered into the thick blades of grass. I remembered playing outside in this same familiar turf when I was little.. and getting dirty in thick black earth. I stretched my arm out and dove my fingers into the green, pushing a little patch aside. I leaned a little further, looked disbelieving, and there – staring up at me – sat the most perfectly proud and bright-shining 4-leaf clover. It was quite possibly my biggest accomplishment in a long time. It felt so. great.
They say… ”According to tradition, such leaves bring good luck to their finders, especially if found accidentally. According to legend, each leaflet represents something: the first is for hope, the second is for faith, the third is for love, and the fourth is for luck.”
Hmm, at least something in my life is going right.. I thought as I picked it graciously. I realized that right now I feel these things lacking in my life. Later, it was obvious that this lucky find came as a heavenly reminder to just, keep going. keep searching. keep pushing patches aside.
sigh. –kels.
