Small Stone -- February 13

Boxes from the past are in our future once again. I'm cleaning house and imagining boxes, packing things in my mind, sorting according to priority. Last night, in a dream, I was in a room with too many tables -- they were all the tables in all the houses that held us for awhile. The curved, the straight, the square, the wooden, the yellow enamel, red enamel, round, and long, and thin, and small. And all those boxes on the floor.