Thursday, September 01, 2005


LITTLE ACHES

On Sunday the offsprung gang headed back up north; since then all has quietly been filling with discovered memories to step on, stumble over, suddenly notice: a balloon here, a withered wildflower bouquet there, a small white stone, a ball, a robot under the woodstove, a plum pit, tiny pearjuice handprints on the glass doors...

So much of life is built on little aches of the heart --

1 comment:

enigma4ever said...

This was the sweetest description...it is the little things...the sticky handprints, the little things left behind to treasure.... tender moments that you hold in your hand....I hope they come back soon...if only they were young longer...