Light filtered weakly through a splintered hole in the roof overhead as I carefully picked my way over the uneven gravel floor in the darkness of the abandoned garage. I brushed cobwebs from my face and hair as I walked closer to my prize-- a rusted metal filing cabinet, once enameled dark green, but now pocked with decay and bird droppings. A lone, weedy tree basked in the weak sunlight, standing sentinal to the cabinet of forgotten secrets.
A bird startled from the rafters as I finally stood before the ancient cabinet bathed in the watery light. I grasped a rusty handle and pulled, and the drawer resisted, complaining with a shriek of metal scraping metal. My face lit up when I spied a shallow box filled with dusty, age-stained folders. Trash to my in-laws, but TREASURE to a collage artist! I had found the final resting place of Great Aunt Rachel's 30 year old bank statements, canceled checks, and students' papers from her days as a school teacher, when perfect penmanship was still a requirement...
What's the thrill of discovery like for you?