Crystals

I remember when I was in university, there was a store on Queen West called “Zephyr”. It sold all sorts of “hippy” things: bracelets, scarves, mood stones and the like. They also sold crystals.

I loved those crystals. 

I pictured them hanging in a bay window, one that drew the light in and flooded the room with warmth. I pictured touching the crystals and how in doing so the light would reflect off of them and cast rainbows across the room. At $25 a crystal though, when I figured that I would need at least five of them, that $125 would be a ridiculous amount for a university student with no money to spend, to spend that much on such a frivolous expense. 

I loved those crystals. 

Years later, I told a friend about these crystals and how I saw them years ago and that, now that I had a job and money that I could spend on such frivolous things, I needed to find another shop that sold them as Zephyr had long since closed its doors on Queen West. 

A number of weeks later I organised a birthday party for myself. A gathering of 30 something or so of my friends at some restaurant on College St. That friend was there and she gave me my birthday present.

I opened the box and inside I found a crystal. How did she remember? Ahh, right... she was listening. Really listening.