“Allegory — A literary device used to express large, complex ideas in an approachable manner.” Thalia read from the MasterClass syllabus. “Maybe we should sign up?”
“It’s never too late for a new beginning,” Calliope replied.
“Like yesterday on the golf course… ,” Urania peered into Typist’s marrow, “… every swing was an opportunity, a beginning… some worked out pretty good and others… didn’t.”
“But!” Thalia mimed tearing up a scorecard and continued, “… unlike days gone by, Typist was able to enjoy the experience of being on the course.”
“Unlike days gone by… the score didn’t matter.” Calliope repeated and expanded.
“Untrue.” Urania softened her features into something resembling a smile. “We recorded her two bogeys and her par while leaving the chopsticks, and snowmen unrecorded.”
“Chopsticks and snowmen?” Calliope raised her eyebrows.
“Elevens and eights.”
“So the outside experience hasn’t changed much? It’s what happened inside the shell that made the difference? Similar score, new perspective?”
Our thoughts are the epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blew while we were here. ~Henry David Thoreau
You know I loved this one!