Tiny trinket. More powerful than winter, never-melting snow, cold drizzling rain, three nights sleeping on the floor next to a feverish child, a global economic crisis, no billable hours, and late-night demons. A talisman found by chance in a bowl of keychains in a Providence shop last December. I was looking for gifts for others. “Summer House,” it said. It was the only one of its kind among dozens of other keychains. We found each other. I put a key on the ring. And began to build the foundation of a dream I didn’t even know I had.
postscript: if you need a summer house, too: www.thecuratorium.com
Summer Houses in are hearts and there you are with key in hand.
Oh, that makes my heart flutter! Can I come visit you there someday?
I am THRILLED that you cherish the keyring as much as the dream that the keyring inspires. I just use that same keyring for my tool-shed key, so you are WAY ahead of me! Maybe I should send you the château keyring in case you have other, bigger dreams???