A little Universe - Snow Globe

The old gramophone hummed a low thrum, the needle scratching a faint melody across the vinyl. I used to sit beside my grandfather, mesmerized, as he recounted the stories etched into faded photographs.  Each photo was a doorway to his vibrant past, a life brimming with adventure.  I felt his memories were an invisible chest, overflowing with shimmering treasures, only glimpses of which I was allowed to see.

 

Now, I have my own chest of wonders. But mine isn't made of wood or metal; it's a sphere of crystalline clarity, sitting quietly on my desk.  Sunlight streams through the window, bathing it in a spectrum of colours, each refraction a promise of possibility.

 

It doesn't hold old photographs or yellowing letters, but it feels like a miniature universe. I often find myself staring into it, mesmerized by the dance of light within, its movements evoking the vastness of space. Those shifting points of light resemble fragments of memory, sometimes near, sometimes distant, flickering in and out of focus.

 

Sometimes I place it by the window and watch the rain race down the glass, creating miniature whirlpools inside the sphere. It feels like watching time lapse; everything is fleeting, yet profoundly beautiful.

 

It doesn't offer the clear narrative of my grandfather's gramophone, but it sparks endless imagination. I can see potential futures swirling within, and echoes of past joys and regrets.  It's like a magical mirror, reflecting my inner world, granting me clearer insight and guiding me toward what truly matters.

 

This isn't simply a decorative piece; it’s a silent listener, a muse of inspiration, a compass guiding me to explore the boundless possibilities of self. Unlike the intricate technology of modern gadgets, it makes no sound, yet provides a quietude and enlightenment when I need it most.

 

In essence, it’s more than an object… it's a small universe, brimming with untold secrets.

   

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