And I know I am not the only one to cherish it. People throughout the ages have done so much for it. It’s such a pity that no can seem to grasp it for very long; almost as soon as they have it, it is gone.
What I wouldn’t give for more of it.
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What glorious gold. I can never get enough of the precious stuff. Have you ever seen such a beautiful colour? A part of me just wants to gather it into a pile and roll in it.
And I know I am not the only one to cherish it. People throughout the ages have done so much for it. It’s such a pity that no can seem to grasp it for very long; almost as soon as they have it, it is gone. What I wouldn’t give for more of it.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:18:11 pm
Of gold leaves or gold coins? Or both?
David Ngo
19/11/2021 04:01:19 pm
As vain as it may seem, we still work and live for it. Thanks for the sobering story, Lynn.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:18:42 pm
Thank you, David.
Swapan k Banerjee
19/11/2021 04:43:58 pm
Lynn, you remind me of 'How much land does a man require' by Sir Tolstoy. Finely written indeed.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:19:38 pm
Wow. What a compliment. I realize you are comparing my work to Tolstoy's only in terms of theme, but even so...
Dee Lorraine
19/11/2021 05:36:47 pm
That fall foliage is gorgeous, too...and we can't take either one with us when we "leaf." Good story, Lynn.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:20:12 pm
I love the pun. Thank you, Dee.
Pamela Kennedy
19/11/2021 05:57:00 pm
It truly is a glorious color- coveted as well as simply enjoyed.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:21:35 pm
So true. The idea for this experiment came when I was admiring the autumn leaves. The colours here were unusually bright this year, and at their peak all the trees I could see in the forest abutting my back yard were a blaze of gold. I was wishing that they would stay in such a magnificent state for more than a few days, and simply reveling in their glory. I realized that with a bit of tweaking of the wording, the positive thoughts I was having could equally be coming from a miserable miser looking at the precious metal.
Sandra James
19/11/2021 06:40:53 pm
Fortunately, the cycle continues and we enjoy again next year :) Lovely story :)
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:23:41 pm
Are you familiar with The Four Seasons by Brian Pearson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoVjDU-rR_E&ab_channel=FrankieArmstrong-Topic)? It discusses precisely how the seasons intertwine and repeat. A love song, although not exactly mainstream.
Sue Clayton
20/11/2021 12:26:37 am
Gold seems to be a lucky colour and we all probably have some in our lives; a wedding ring, a locket. Not many of us possess gold nuggets but each year we are surrounded by gold when the leaves fall.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:24:54 pm
I've seen both gold coins and gold leaves. To me, the leaves are far more glorious.
Sivan Pillai
20/11/2021 04:15:58 am
Your beautiful story reminds me of the Wild West. We never seem to have enough of that metal, Lynn.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:26:15 pm
Thank you, Sivan.
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:26:37 pm
Thanks, Don.
Candace Arthuria Williams
21/11/2021 12:28:11 am
Food for thought, Lynn. Dare I say brilliant?
Lynn Messing
22/11/2021 02:27:06 pm
Thank you, Candace. Your comment made my day. :-) Comments are closed.
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