There’s an acorn lying on the desk beneath the computer monitor, beside the mother-of-pearl souvenir mug from a trip to Washington DC.
The acorn is perfectly shaped, green and smooth, topped by a rough tan cap punctuated with a short wood pom-pom. There’s nothing unusual about it; it’s typical squirrel food, free for the finding, one of millions littering the ground this time of year. They fall from the trees in wild abundance, ping, ping, ping.
So why save this one?
Like the souvenir cup, the acorn represents the memory of a journey–yesterday afternoon’s sunshine-and-breeze-filled walk.
What beauty do you bring home from your travels?