While out walking my dogs in the park near my house I found this precious piece of wood.
A broken blade from a hockey stick, which by the way, is nowhere in sight!
Mind you, I live in the Arizona desert but even anywhere for that matter, a blade just doesn’t slide in like a goal from a puck into the net 200 feet from your house. Strangely enough similar to life, this blade has seen better days.
Once traveling fast, serving purpose and so full of life, now lies tattered, torn, worn down and scarred, left behind to fade back to dust. All that remains is this piece of the past and the beholder’s treasured memories of its moment in time.
I think it just might be worth holding onto!