i am my mother's daughter...

i went for a run along the lake shore... a foggy round-edged piece of glass caught my eye and so it continued the whole way down...before i knew it my pocket was full of sea glass and smooth dark rocks and i was no longer breathing heavily...

i returned home and organized my treasures into glass jars... then it dawned on me...

i am becoming my mother...

walk into her home and every corner... every shelf... every table has a display of rocks... each one carefully picked by her...

i am not ashamed of this... only pleasantly surprised by the habits that i have obtained by her subconsciously...