May 2004
| August '04 | Feather | ||
| July '04 | Stuck in that Moment | January '04 | Dear Diary |
| June '04 | Judge Not The Book | December '03 | Deck the Halls |
| May '04 | Silver Satin Coins | November '03 | November Rain |
| April '04 | A Girl On a Swing | October '03 | Nine Months Awaiting |
| March '04 | From Your Daughter | September '03 | A Tale of Two Cities |
| February '04 | Snowdrops | August '03 | 'Eur' Vision is Our Vision |
Silver Satin Coins
Early morning sunshine promised another glorious day. The weather the previous week was reminiscent of those childhood summer days everyone recalls with wistfulness. This year though we had nothing to complain about. Summer, it seemed, had arrived, and was determined to sprinkle its glowing magic upon a sunstarved nation. And how we longed for such warmth.
Even at this early hour the town was busy, yet everyone seemed relaxed, basking in the delight of another golden day. Distant chatter could be heard across the green as local farmers sold freshly picked produce to eager town dwellers. Optimistic shopkeepers draped their goods outside their premises. The little newsagents on the corner displayed bright new buckets & spades, taking advantage of its position beside the bus stop to the nearest beach.
At peace with both myself and the world, I strolled aimlessly through the main street. After all, I was in no hurry and having no agenda meant I could happily absorb all the intricacies of the small town. Once or twice I stopped at a shop window, lazily peering in through the glass, and then rambling on again until another trinket caught my eye. The coffee shop at the end of the street drew me closer with promises of freshly brewed tea & homemade scones. Having sampled such delights, I felt refreshed and began my return journey.
The town was fully alive now, and the streets somewhat busier. Slowly I made my way back up the main street .As I did, my thoughts reluctantly returned once again to daily mundane problems, my mind working overtime as I turned to prioritise my tasks for the week ahead.
Suddenly I stopped. Outside the town hall stood a family of
four, and grandfather too I assume. A seven year old in satin white, face
beaming and innocence personified. As I closed my eyes, I opened my gloved hand.
There, as real as all those years before, lay ten silver coins. Vividly I
recalled the feelings I held on that day, not of the grace &
blessings I’d recently received, but of the profound knowledge that I was
really rich!