Everything old is new and everything new is old. Her life was filled with vintage items. She was a collecter. It filled her with happiness and a sense of history. It provided her with roots. Or a semblance thereof.
She looked at the spoon and reflected on how elegant it looked. The bell rung at that moment and she took several deep conscious breaths. She then started reciting her five key words: fly away, find the crumb. She deeply felt the tingling sensation of the breath entering and exiting her lungs. she felt everything. The bell rang ten more times. At that point she was anchored. She was unmovable as she drifted upwards. She was anchored yet unmoored. She picked up the spoon and placed it in her pocket. It would be a great tea stirrer. And with that she walked out the back door.