Spoons

"How many spoons?" Her accent asked.
"Spoons?" I thought... Spoons, spoons, spoons.... She's asking me if I want more than one. The other time she just stuffed the bag with a few, no questions. Just sign your receipt and be on your way. ___ Here. ___ Go.
"One is fine." I respond.
As I walk out on to 5th, the sun catches my eyes and they start to water a bit.
I cross early, just before the traffic light change, people seem to be minding their own business more than usual. The world is on a downturn, a downward spiral, DOWn.
Yet, we still want things. As we acheive we learn how limited our sights originally were. But I want things I haven't seen and this downturn is certainly, though unfortunately, a thing I am seeing for the first time. Things we want, experiences we crave, they're all just outside our comfort zone. Everything we want is ___ just ___ outside our comfort zone. All we need to do is venture out, one step is all it takes. All it takes to open our eyes is ___ one ___ little ___ step. Step off the porch of home, away from our known family and friends. Into a world of the unfamiliar and you will find yourself. For all of us, any of us, this is the threshold, point of no return. From here on we learn what it is to be alone, choose for ourself what to be, how to be, what to think and how to act. We choose.

Nostalgia, it's so delicate, but potent. Far more powerful than memory alone. Takes us to a place we ache to go again, it's a carousel that takes around and back home again.
A place we will return to one day. But for now....

How many Spoons would you like?