A View of Life Through the Lace

How softly the days come and go now, so much easier to see the possibilities as light filters softly thru the lace curtains I once felt were too prosaic, too frilly, too soft for the busy working woman, burdened with responsibilities -- or so it seemed. Now lace suits me and through them I can view my life as a mosaic, filled with light and shadows, like the patterns the late afternoon sun sketches on the walls of the room. I wonder, not for the first time, why youth is wasted on the young? Worrying about a date for Saturday night, a new zitz, trips to the mall. Bits and pieces scattered, lost like a string of beads that has come unstrung. Then one day there is the need, the urge to gather them, restring them. The result is not what I thought it would be so many years ago, but a new collage, a new, sparkling, different gem, or maybe I was just determined to recapture the glow -- the joy, the beauty that somehow evaded me for so long, whatever, it’s mine now.