171: Storage

There are some days that are

“remember me” days-

days that beg to be saved in the

maze of our memory.

Days like yesterday

where you took my hand

and stood beside me in a crowd

and sang along to most every word.

Days like today

where the tree is lit

and there is a loaf of bread in the oven

and the dog wags her tail

every time we look her way.

As a matter of fact,

if we’re doing this correctly-

if we’re paying attention

and loving well

and saying thank you

as often as we can,

then I imagine most days

will hold enough beauty

to be worth remembering.

What a lovely storage problem.

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