Vanishing Opals

Opals have a secret life and are never lost. They just disappear like magic.
The grace of fire and ice is like a cup of oolong tea that you blow on until the steam vanishes.
The colors of children’s Christmas fade in the moonlight and then one day the thought of the missing opals reappears in a clue on a crossword puzzle.
Where did the opals go?
You will never know.
The bad luck for lovers of the rains of September and purple wisteria wasn’t yours to have.