Coffee Mugs
In a way, I guess I have “measured out my life with coffee spoons” (or coffee mugs, in my case). I have mugs from the beach and from cities (Sin and Windy, respectively). Some were picked by me, for me. Most were gifts. I commune with one at least every day. They store, stir and quicken thoughts. I keep them all, but all look back. It might be time to find some that rub sleep from eyes and peer toward the future.
My coffee mugs have memories. I need some new ones to add to the mix.