Moving On

Blow off the dust - it has been settled for far too long. Reach into the depth of the cupboard and retrieve the memories. Shine the torch into the crevices of the past and watch the spider scurry into the safety of darkness. Hurry away, weave a web of yesterday. Forgotten experiences lurch into the present as we discover keepsakes kept for posterity - discarded - then recovered again. Just in case, and just in case are placed ready for transit to pastures new. Destined to gather different dust, which will be dispersed when discovered again, who knows when - or by whom. Possessions loaded, we journey on. Door closed firmly on the past. Double check the lock. Keys fondly held for an instant...... then posted through the letterbox. Too late for second thoughts as they clatter to the floor and echo in the empty hall. One last look - and we're gone - moving on towards tomorrow.