Clutter

This is clutter, not just any old clutter, but my clutter. Not only is it my clutter, but is only a corner of my clutter in the small space I call my own.

When we downsized 6 years ago, most of my then clutter was discarded to accommodate the new lack of space. However, much has crept back, not the old clutter but new clutter. It seems I cannot live my life without clutter.

Today when the sky has dropped earthward and the rain is the warm hopeless sort that drags down spirits and soaks through light summer clothes, I intend to be holed up with my clutter until the weather improves.