Four-leaf clover // Will this one bring me luck? (via Merlijn Hoek)
Do you ever find that a memory will come back to you which is so shocking in its intensity, that for those few seconds, your senses become overwhelmed and you are tricked into believing that you still occupy that time and space from, oh, so many, years ago? I had one of those moments yesterday when I vividly recalled a time from my childhood when I spent hours searching through clumps of clover looking for that ever-elusive four-leaf which would bring me luck immeasurable. I can’t remember why it was so important to me, but I can remember the whispery touch of the leaves against my finger tips, the hiccup of expectant joy lodged somewhere between my heart and my throat, the ache in my knees from crouching so long and the way the clover seemed to move as one wave when the breeze stirred their many stems.
Memory is such a funny thing, isn’t it?
2 months ago