Mind pictures

I have had a picture in my mind since I moved last month.

I can see it as clearly as day. A small box filled with things from my doll house.

A violin, a Tiffany lamp that lights up, a small oval frame from Goodwill that I used as a coffee table, all lying gently jumbled together with china, pots and pans and even silverware.

In a place I cannot find.

Yesterday, after wallpapering and putting in flooring I took pictures and posted them on Facebook, without any of the things from that box.

It's not like I haven't looked for it. I even had the feeling I had seen it since the move, but it was not anywhere I looked now.

Until after midnight last night when I was putting my book away and saw the little cardboard boxes where I keep my special rocks (collected from all over the world.) There it was! A small box of treasures tucked up and stored in my reading bin with rocks!

I can't tell you how relieved I am.

Or why I stored it there.