My father left a deciduous forest in my bedroom.
He left a pair of red mittens on my bed.
A compass. A church bell. An empty birdcage.
He left three jars filled with dreams. They were all my dreams. My father had been meticulously collecting them since I was four. I broke two jars already.
One day he left a boat. It had some words from a Peter Gabriel song.
Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
( I was inspired by canto de caza's post. Thank you, bichito. Thank you, Peter Gabriel).