Finding the gold

I came home to find this beautiful gold leaf suspended from the bathroom ceiling.

It was hanging on a barely visible spider web thread.

I assumed it was a leaf that had blown in from outside.

Or a gift from an enchanting bathroom fairy.

It was beautiful and magical, I kept going in to check it was still there, this gold leaf, gently swaying.

It remained, suspended, for a few hours, and then dropped to the floor. I picked up it but it dissolved at my touch.

Days later, cleaning the bath, I found another one. Upon closer inspection I realised what they were. Clusters of mould from the ceiling that had dried and flaked into a singular piece.

One step up from lemonade from lemons, or the silver lining on a cloud ...

I'd discovered the gold in the mould.