@ this time last year, packing mania was fevered by a deadline to be out of the loft by mid-January



...this meant sorting things into keepers or leavers -



brutally saying bye to nostalgia, even luxury.



Some call it spring cleaning.



However, when one moves, a behavior occurs that sometimes defies explanation.



Sorting. Keeping stuff given to you by someone you have an affection for and ridding stuff by . . . (fill in the blank).



Ever sensitive to surroundings, if it's zen-like, I can think.



Creating tranquillity requires a certain kind of spatial analyses that calls upon other sensibilities...



maybe tempered by quality,



the "eye" carefully selects that which will end up in the living space . . .



either waiting to be let go or kept.