I Miss Crafting

I dug through a tub of old pictures last night.
A tub that smelled exactly like my Sophomore dorm room.
A tub bursting with college memories.
A tub that took my heart down a nostalgic road
that ultimately resulted in a deep need to express myself.

This wasn't the kind of project that was well planned out.
Rather, it was the kind that gathers odds and ends from the craft room
and throws them together almost half haphazardly.
It was one of those projects that you practically rush through
simply because your emotions are flowing so wildly.

And what is it you may ask?
Just a simple picture of a simple lighthouse
that contains countless memories.

It's a little picture of home.

And I am thankful for that season.