Dissection of Memory

I got a text this morning from my friend Crystal, asking if I'd be willing to help her move a bookcase (she's a perfectly competent woman who just so happens to be pregnant and therefore taking appropriate precautions re: moving heavy objects).  I said "Of course!" and that is how I ended up at her house as heavy afternoon light slanted across this unintentionally beautiful little tableau:

There are always lovely things at Crystal's house