Therapy Bits

At the edge of the old harbor, Mira collected pieces of ephemera the tides surrendered each dawn. A faded ticket, a bottle’s cracked cork, a scrap of parchment inked with half a sentence—she treasured them all. To others, they were worthless fragments. To her, they were clues to unwritten stories drifting between sea and shore. One morning, she found a tiny tin box sealed with wax. Inside lay a single silver button and a note that read, “Find what was lost.” The words pulsed with quiet urgency. Mira sensed the harbor itself was whispering to her through these relics. As the sun lifted, she followed the gulls’ cries to a forgotten pier where a weathered coat hung on a nail. She slipped the button into its empty place. The wind paused, grateful. Mira smiled, knowing some stories are restored not by grand quests but by honoring small things and moments.

RDP Tuesday! Ephemera!