" It was in the bleakness of winter, under a pale grey sky that I acquired you. So rare and so precious an artifact you were, the one long sought after gem that you spend a lifetime searching for, always told of, but always the notion of discarded of like a mere myth. Before my eyes you were in your natural beauty, so delicate, so fragile, but yet so strong. I was aware of the tedious task that lied ahead, to make you my labor of love, to be that one special piece that I would put my blood, sweat, and tears into. The process of restoration unly undetermined by my own self doubt and the skills I possessed. Hours upon hours, I put my heart and soul into rediscovering the essence of you, me consumed by you, you consumed by me. Always so sincere and always ever so careful in the way I treated and handled you. The day I reveal my proudest work getting ever nearer with each passing day, the anticipation within myself ever mounting, to let it all go for the world to see the joy I had found in you, the joy and pride I had found within myself. Then one day, one false move, one small error, one miscalculation caused you to crumble to pieces, taking me with you. Always asking myself how it could be that I could be so careless. The regret and the pain that I feel daily is enough to make me question my own abilities of an artisan. Into the wind, the dust-like particles of you swept away, taking my soul with you to remember forever like some sort of aged and weathered keepsake to cherish forever.
Written on Monday Jan. 24, 2005 at 9:50 P.M.
