It’s been around for years now. The small mercury glass vase brimming with shiny red holly berries and all manner of greenery’s one of my favorite Christmas florals. I love it on the old, worn blanket-chest-turned-coffee-table; but it’s been knocked over more times than I can count. Its shape isn’t what it used to be, but whose is? Age and life’s hard knocks take a toll. I found it in some lovely light when I put my book down this afternoon. I squinted, evaluating. Though old and a bit misshapen, I found it pretty as ever. There’s some wisdom there.
The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.
— Frank Lloyd Wright, American architect
