I long to write stories about rainbows, sunshine and stars and find myself swirling in the mythical light of happiness.
However, I would just be deluding myself because I know that ‘All that glitters isn’t gold.’
I want to bask in the warm glow of my niece’s laughter, my nephew’s wit and their childlike innoncence. Surrender myself to their naviety and their fearless approach. Then off home I go to immerse myself in a warm bath of milk and honey, purging my temple from this light. But alas ‘All that glitters isn’t gold’.
Gold is a rarity these days. Turn on the TV and you will see all these cash for gold adverts highlighting a turning point in the tides. A swift annihiliation of the sparkly precious metal which makes my fingers glow.
I want to run back in time, -way back in time when candy floss, pink and my little pony dominated my world....
Who am I kidding?
Gold was as lost to me then as it is now.
My precious.
The one ring to unite as all.
But hey ‘all that glitters isn’t gold’.
Nevertheless, I will still live my life like its golden!
