At the age of nine, I had an oak box in which I kept my favorite things. I would sit cross-legged before the box and pull out my treasures to admire them: an antique purple bottle, a cut geode, my collection of knapped arrowheads, a parchment replica of the Declaration of Independence, square nails, a Chinese coin with a square hole in it, a brass bell, a big goose feather, and a silver dollar.
After
appropriately admiring each item, I would carefully replace them and stow the
box until I felt the need to see everything again.
Today,
my favorite things are no longer confined to a box, and they are these: an
antique purple bottle, the photograph of my wife on my smartphone home screen,
the Elkhorn Mountains as seen from my bay window, my entire rock collection,
and time spent at our cabin.
I
see these things with my eyes open or closed.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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