From the corner of my eye, I saw it. It was sitting atop our table and I was immediately drawn to its beauty. The gift was wrapped with the most elegant of paper. If an inanimate object could whisper…this one would have…in the still of the morning.
I gazed upon the bow, it was perfect and flawless. The wrap was perfectly creased and crisp to present a visual charm that alerted my senses. “Dare I open it?”
Curious and cautious, I picked up the feather light package. I carefully untied the bow, it delicately cascaded into my lap. The removal of the paper was a gift in itself, as I touched the intricate patterns. It was so visually stimulating, read more here.