it's the little
things
In the introduction to Winnie the Pooh we learn that "Piglet
is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comforting
to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve
or twenty-two". Most of the items that I saved over the summer
were too big to keep in my pockets - which is why today they usually
take up too much space on my desk. Some items, however, are precisely
the right size for a pocket.
These stones, and the
Canadian penny have been moved from pocket to pocket since our return
from North America. Whenever I rifle through my pockets for something
else, I find them (almost always first, and often, instead). Does
finding them bring back memories? Not really. I can't remember when
I picked up the stones - it could have been in any one of quite
a number of places, and the penny, other than being from Canada,
has no identifying marks. And yet sometimes, even without seeing
them, only feeling them in my pocket as I reach for something else,
they (well, at least the stones) are instantly identifiable, and
I think to myself: "oh, it's those stones from the summer again".
Which I guess is as good a reason as any to continue to leave them
in my pocket.
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