The happy place

That which lie hidden in the snow is now visible. For example I’ve walked past this deck of discarded Pokémon cards on the side of the sidewalk leading to a school.

As I see them lying there in the sun, weather beaten and deformed, it fills me with sadness.

Picturing in my mind eye this child who lost his deck of cards, maybe. Possibly there was some act of malevolence behind this, how else would they end up there?

It’s a tragedy in miniature to find something bought for with children’s money discarded like that.

Life doesn’t care whether you’re grown up or a child when dishing out misery.