No one expects the lottery.
I moved to a different part of town in June and haven't had the chance to establish a new ritual for reading each new Omikuji piece (I used to take myself to lunch at a taqueria near my old house), so I have a few Omikuji letters stacked up, unread. This month, I received the letter in the usual fashion, and put it on the stack.
Well, today I got home from work to find a small package awaiting me, and the return address said "Peaks Island." I admit, I blinked at it a few times, stunned at my good fortune. Then I took it inside and opened the letter to read a sharp and lovely story of snow and moons and dazzlingly beautiful children with white eyes, and the silence of the earth, before I opened my prize.
Reader, I cried. Both snow and moon are special to me anyway, but I also got pearls. As you can probably tell by my username, I am very, very fond of pearls.
The moon and the world and all of winter in a box.
She wears snow as an ornament, the earth as a bobble.
Spouse, who has a discerning eye for jewelry, declared this "gorgeous." He is right.
Well, today I got home from work to find a small package awaiting me, and the return address said "Peaks Island." I admit, I blinked at it a few times, stunned at my good fortune. Then I took it inside and opened the letter to read a sharp and lovely story of snow and moons and dazzlingly beautiful children with white eyes, and the silence of the earth, before I opened my prize.
Reader, I cried. Both snow and moon are special to me anyway, but I also got pearls. As you can probably tell by my username, I am very, very fond of pearls.
The moon and the world and all of winter in a box.
She wears snow as an ornament, the earth as a bobble.
Spouse, who has a discerning eye for jewelry, declared this "gorgeous." He is right.