Restoration

I curiously peeled back the corner of the moss green carpet, only to find that there were more layers to go through before the secret underlayment would be revealed.

Upon delving deeper, I discovered finely aged cherry planks, with a color of rich, dark chocolate. My appetite for beauty, is like a wild mustangs need to run freely, therefore it was a complete necessity for me to work relentlessly until restoring this project to it's original, authentic, and natural self.

My hands ripped, and reddened, as I was continuously pricked, and needled. I had only seen a mere glimpse of this naturally, glorious gift of divinity, so the sting of these sharp, momentary pains, was not going to dispel me from this quest that I had taken upon myself.

It didn't take long to rip away and dismantle the dull, sorry excuse for a preservation cover up, but it took longer to clean up, and restore. Prying out the old nails and screws, used to fasten the overlayment. Picking away the unnecessary left over pieces. Sweeping away the settled dust that had collected over years. Cleansing it from the ground in dirt footprints of many people... Lastly, anointing the ancient discovery with fine oils, dripped on a cloth that was as soft as a baby bunny.

The exquisitely aged underlayment was restored, with a sheen like sunshine glimmering off of glassy obsidian. I gazed upon the revealed truth in admiration. I felt confident in my work, my judgment, my intuition, and my perseverance. In this moment, I finally saw my reflection in the glassy planks...

I say to myself, "Why would anyone mask such glimmering, rich, natural beauty, with a dull, ordinary cover up."