This is my entry for M. Pax bloghop.
You're up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven't brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking t
he half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you ... from you.
You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox -- sent from ten years in the future -- and it's filled with items you have sent yourself.
What's in it?
My hand shakes uncontrollably as I give in to curiosity and extract the first article. It is a book, unfamiliar and quite beautiful. It is bound in navy blue leather with silver lettering and has an intricate pattern like a wrought iron gate. The pages, from the profile of the book, were brown with age and have a brittle appearance. I wonder if the book is an antique. The title is indecipherable as it is in another language, none that I am familiar with.
I place the book to the side and reach in for the next item. It is a photograph of a black sand beach. Turning the picture to the back, the destination is clearly labeled, "Punalu'u Beach, Hawaii." I search the photograph for a face or shadow but none is forthcoming. There is a turquoise blue lagoon caressing the obsidian shores of the beach. The location gives off a feeling of tranquility and reflective calm. I yearn to be in the photograph.
Finally, there is a note. It is in my neat, printed handwriting. The notepad paper states just five words, "Never give up your dreams, -C." I smile, a big Cheshire grin and place the contents of the time capsule back into their container. Today is the day that I begin my journey and live my dreams.