There’s a silver lining laying around this messy, cramped apartment, I’m just not sure where it’s gone.
The shelves groan with the unorganized memorabilia of our lives; books and photo’s all jumbled in with CD’s, hawaiian leis, beer mugs and old computer stuff.
There’s a layer of dust I can’t quite eradicate in here. Still, no silver lining, although dust is kinda grey in colour.
So, where is it? Under the piles of clothes in the bedroom? Inside of the unused cupboards? Could it have wedged itself in behind my bicycle in the storage closet? Is it under his tools, or stuck up with all the camping gear?
The last time I saw our silver lining I was sitting at my newly purchased desk, balancing our budget. But there’s only so many places it could be over there, and I’ve looked through all the usual hiding places.
In truth, despite the clutter, I don’t usually forget where about a thing might be, where it’s usually deposited in a pile like a sedimentary layer of information based on time received.
Ah! There it is….
Right where I left it last, beside my favorite family photos and friendly trinkets of affection.
Fact is, all this clutter makes me realize that despite how down I feel, it’s a full life that I try to live well…
and that is my silver lining.
