Keys

Keys....

I love keys. The moment I see one it just pops my mind open like a shaken bottle and my imagination soda will start fizzing out.

My imagination flies away, making up preposterous stories behind every key I see. It could just be a simple key to an apartment door.

People don't really use skeleton keys anymore. It's a sad thought. Can I get an amen that Skeleton keys are way cooler than the regular, thin ones we use nowadays?

The key could go to an old attic door, or a lost jewelry box an orphan's mother owned and now this key is all they have left to remember their mother by. Who knows? It could go to a pirates treasure box or to a railway man's lunch box. It could open a wardrobe door that leads you into a new world... 

I won't go on. I really ought to get up and eat breakfast. :P Have a wonderful day y'all!

What do you imagine when you see keys?

"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds." ~G.K. Chesterton

(NOTE! I did not take the above pictures. They are from my Pinterest.)

~The Scribbler in the Attic