THE EMPTY ROOM- Part One:

by Larry Tyler

Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360.com

Sunlight comes though the widows; the rays casting shadows and images that spark the imagination. I sit quietly in a worn and broken leather chair. I remember this. I came here often as a child. It was a vibrant place full of laughter, conversation, and many family gatherings.

The empty room is silent the only noise is the creaking of the chair as I move to pick up a tin container. It is an old tin with a Norman Rockwell painting on the lid. The one of a boy and his dog. Inside I find some marbles, baseball cards, an old black and white school photo and a check yes or no love letter. I feel like I am eavesdropping on these moments in time and the stories that still live here.

It is peaceful here, the sunlight warm and comforting. A breeze is blowing through the open windows and an array of scattered items seems to be speaking to me, asking me to touch them and feel their story. I can sit here quietly and enjoy the things left behind. I wonder if we all had an empty room to sit quietly in, to feel the warm sun on our face, would we be at peace.