Friday, June 6, 2014
In honor of Marcel.
I think only 1 other person knows why I have flowers on my arm.
They are Lilacs. 6 of them. They are to honor Marcel everyday. When we were in high school, he told me how he loved the smell of lilacs as we strolled the streets. He had that goofy Marcel grin everyday the light purple petals showered the sidewalk.
Every spring reminds me of him. Every spring reminds me of the simple joys in life, and how to enjoy them like he did. Where there are lilacs, there is always Marcel for me.
Of the many instruments I own, this recorder that used to belong to Marcel is one of my most treasured. I've used it on many recordings and make a point of playing it every so often. It's also by far the nicest sounding recorder I've ever played. Not harsh and whistley like the ones you get in grade school but woodsy and warm, like Marcel.
I think Marcel would have loved these Little Free Libraries that spring up over town. They are secret hiding places right in plain view that contain treasures and books. Can't you just imagine him leaving some wonderful odd object that just happened to be in his pocket? And finding some perfect book that just happened to be there waiting for him?