The treasure ~ and curse ~ of Time. It's such a love-hate relationship. We hold the past so dear to our hearts, yet feel the need to protect ourselves from an unknown future. Why do we doubt the future might not be held just as dear?
Some of my fondest memories are set on the Atlantic Coast, where we vacationed many Summers as kids. Each day provided new opportunities for treasure hunting. I would walk the shore in search of color, coil, translucence, and iridescence, and could only hope that maybe, one day, I would discover that long lost message in a bottle I'd only known from fiction. I wonder what it might have said...
"Glance into the world as though Time were gone, and everything crooked will become straight."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche