Trifles

So much ice and snow. There was just no excuse not to stay inside and wander into all the little nooks and crannies that never catch me as I rush through daily life. It was like a treasure hunt, with booty being a DVD I’d been searching for (it was right there in my bedroom all along), a ring I thought I’d lost, and books – so many books have I bought in a flurry of purpose and intent and then lost track of as the initial rush faded. Then there were tucked-away prints and photographs and post cards and other remants of things that I save because I want to remember something memorable. Tomorrow, I’ll wear my newfound ring, and watch the movie, and read my books. And what about the postcards? Maybe I'll give them a last look, toss them away and start a new collection of memories.