Daily WOW

It was late evening when the mysterious event happened, the event that shook the lives of those it touched for many years to come.

The mystery came in the form of a white box.

It was delivered by a white car, and tied with a white ribbon, to a white house, with no return address to be seen.

On its top was scrawled a curious character that resembled nothing that the long history of the neighbourhood could recall. Other than that, there was little else to distinguish the box from any other box on a lawn on a late Thursday evening.

Because the family decided to leave it until the time seemed right to open it, it became the local attraction. The box was very well behaved, sitting just like a prized pet. Somebody even noticed that it was postmarked. Sure, someone speculated, it arrived rather late, but it didn't mean the contents inside were spoiled.

Since it had waited so long to come here, speculated another, one might as well wait a little longer.

For what?

Nothing in particular.
Strangers would come and leave as friends as they shook, weighed, and kicked the box like a ball to test its contents. It weighed as much as a feather and didn't rattle when kicked, to the disappointment of the children. And everybody agreed it was about as wide and tall as a child.

But when the people opened it, there was no need to speculate any longer.

Since then, anytime somebody has peeked into the box, they leave with a smile on their face, feeling as light as a feather.

201 days-feeling the pressure yet bro?!