Pockets

One day I this past week I was doing laundry. A sudden realization occured while cleaning out my pockets: pockets are the greatest thing in the world. They really are. Especially my pockets. They are little time capsules that provide vignettes of my day. I can recall a whole week by whatever is in my pockets. Pens, numbers, notes, and other random objects are always in my pockets. Each of these objects have a story behind it. Its like a miniature archaeological excavation every time I do laundry. I love pockets. Indeed I do