The clothes in season change. The away clothes sitting snug in a suitcase to the declutter mode in clothes too. The layers on me besides in the rhetorical sense of the home. I believe that is not the word I am thinking of. This a flurry of mind active in shifting the sands of time in dust. The muddle in much, including the workings of thyself.
The ruthless in sentiments. A necklace of a Cornish piskie given by hubby going to a delighted daughter. She has earrings in beauty given me over those years and bits and bobs along this journey already. The time I wore a bit of jewellery.
I found this ungiven gift meant in gift. Another P.S. I love you moment.
I have the last piece of jewellery given in real time. That will continue a life journey with me.
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