Wilson's

 

 It isn’t a rose or a mountain stream, but it has its own beauty, its own fragrance and feel.  There is a life, a pulse within a hardware store.  Aisles displaying assortments of creativity, of ingenuity.  Gadgets and levers, hoses and nails of all sizes.   It is a self-sustaining life form whose worn-out wooden floors tell their stories in the creaks and squeaks of wandering souls assigned projects they are ill-prepared for.

It is the friend that is ready when you are - supportive and encouraging, looking over your shoulder as you try to remember the size, or how many.   It is always welcoming although not always helpful.  Often time it is too honest.  “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”  And yet, every time you return you feel renewed encouragement. 

You feel good.  You’re comfortable and it all feels so familiar.  Your courage builds… Yes, I can, yes I can…

“I can do this.”