Post Cards

A Post Card came off my wall today. All on its own. It just fell off as if it had been waiting all along to retire from its service. I thought about putting it back, amongst its more illustrious siblings. Then thought otherwise and shelved it in the already cluttered drawer. Maybe it did not want to be there in the first place and had been waiting for an excuse all this time. To start afresh. To grace a more elegant wall.

Sign of things to come? Perhaps when we have to leave, we are indeed ready to leave.