It was a little rainy and damp and my mind was meandering from thought to thought without really concentrating on anything in particular, as usual I was walking through the streets of Islington and losing myself in a separate world.
Then just there on the dwindling corner of my eye I caught a little spark, a reflection in a watery pool.
I leaned down and saw a key floating in the puddle that I was about to step in.
I love keys
I love antique keys
But most of all I love the thought of finding a key
And this one was intriguing, serpentine swirls conjoining to form the head and atop a little crown.
As I picked it up I discovered it wasn’t a key but a brooch. What joy to wear this little trinket pinned to my scarf or my woolly hat.
And here it is; the key in the puddle that made such a dreary, ordinary day one to talk about.