In the packing, I’ve discovered a treasure trove of old pictures.
Think about it. There are specific moments frozen in time when, for whatever reason, you felt such simple happiness that just the evocation of the image makes you laugh. For whatever reason. Unexplainable. Maybe silly and seemingly unconsequential. But you can call on it. And remember.
And then there are images which are always in your heart and completely explainable and make you feel blessed.