Anna readied for the sale, no intention, to search for desired find. Her intention was openness—open eyes, open mind, open spirit—should from another’s old, a treasure show.
Besides, it was a beautiful day—warm clear sky, rich green lawns with trees of age and shade that were comfort even when sun was strong and its heat the same. Dressing in white, returning all waves and energy of sun in reflect, retaining nothing in—even in full and strong of sun—she knew she would be pleasant in the heat, pleasant in warmth and receive of the rays; light in color, light in heart, retaining nothing in.
She thought of plates. She thought of art, decorations for her walls; adornments and character of a home made without fixed and determined plan but colored and charactered by caprice and felicities that arrived throughout home’s making.
Gazing in mirror, last look before leave. She smiled, then blushed—that her reflection smiled back.
Sometimes, she still surprised herself—that she was she, as silly as it seemed.
She went into the world, into sky of blue and light, to lawns of clean, striped spreads of green, table tops and endless offerings that amongst, she might find a treasure. She felt the sun upon her face, her hair and dressing all of white; lightness in it all, reflecting all of energy and retaining nothing back.
It was simple day, simple living of way, rewarding her same in joy.