Last fall I came home to discover that a brand new spool of pink thread had been dropped or fallen on to the driveway before it was run over. I’ll blame my husband for running it over since it was on his side of the driveway (though really, it could have been anyone who stopped in).
Here’s what a car can do to a cheerful spool of thread:
Looking back at my autumn, it seems this crushed spool of pink is somewhat symbolic of my emotional climate. And yet it’s also a little bit beautiful (ambiguous on purpose).