SOL#25- The Little Purple Chair

The sun shines through the cracks in the blinds. It is like water in the way it pushes past every obstacle. No matter how small the crack in the blinds is, it always pushes through. The sun shines brightly on the little purple chair in the corner. Parts of the cushions on the chair are frayed, their insides revealed. It still remains the perfect place to curl up with a good book. I can almost see the ghost of my past. Sitting there in that very chair, drinking Sleepytime Vanilla Celestial Seasonings tea.  Reading story after story. From living in far off lands to climbing the highest peaks, books have the magic to take you anywhere you want to be. With the swish of a pen, or the clack of a keyboard key, authors have the power to create a world. Sometimes I wonder if the magic of storytelling could be created by you or me. That wonder is quenched like the flame of a candle being extinguished. The sun grows brighter as the blinds are opened and the little chair remains a guardian for the worlds beyond the cover of the book.