Eternity in each.

There are mugs on our desks and atop our drawers. Empty mugs, but enough to keep these things weighed down. They held tea or coffee or something, held over a good novel or an essay or some conversation. Held over to augment and reflect a goodness that can be felt beneath an accompanying blanket, and there is such goodness there. I have this collection of mugs now that I am almost keeping to know that the odd, dusty residue at their bottoms still lays low to show the warmth that was transferred into moments. I'm keeping them down here and adding more.