You Can Always Begin Again

Isle of Skye, 1965. Dawn broke over Skye like glass — clear, sharp, and forgiving. Eilidh Fraser stood by her window, the sea breathing below, a rose-handled fork glinting beside her cup. It had been her mother’s, used each morning to stir warmth into cold days. “You can always begin again,” her mother had said. When Eilidh left for Glasgow, she carried it with her — a promise folded in silver. Years later, she had it shaped into a ring. The craftsman paused over the twisted stem. “It moves,” he murmured. Now known as The Silver of Renewal, it shines with the soft defiance of storm-cleared skies — born of hope, remade by light, worn by those who know that starting over is its own kind of bravery.