Today
I took all my lovely memories
and stored them
in teenie,
tiny bottles.
The giggles of a baby
Fog rolling down over the hills near our house
A gentle loving hand on the small of my back
( salt breezes)
jars full of moonlight.
Every day,
this week,
I'll fill them
with
some more.
Photo via the delightful Grace White,
over at Flickr.
I so want to be her friend and watch her at work :)
