diamonds in the dark

[threeplusfire]

My mother bought me a pair of diamond earrings last year as a graduation present. I loved them, and wore them almost the entire time I was treking through the Czech Republic. Earlier this year, around the time of the stupid brewing supply place job, I lost one of them. I tore open vacuum bags, combed the carpet with my bare hands, turned everything I owned inside out. It was gone. I felt sick, and I cried, because it was stupid and awful.

Just now, I opened my bag to find something to wear tonight. There were two diamond earrings inside.

I've opened this bag a thousand times or more since I lost the earring. It was the first place I looked. I would swear on all four of my Bibles and my first edition Ballard novel that it wasn't there before. I'm dumbfounded.

I think I'll take this as a good sign.