Biggie has been hanging out on the stairway lately. Perhaps not the best place to be for us, the humans, in the house, but we're learning to look and be careful.
Every time I walk over him, I think of another, the one who had the A. A. Milne book of poems. I repeat to myself the one line of poetry I remember before bungling the rest of it.
When I shared the photo with others today, I got another memory, not at all as good a one: a falling down those very stairs. Perhaps I should keep that memory with me as I take the two steps over!
