Nails (for a nail gun?) and in the second photo, a couple of curled up fishing worms, which I did not notice when I was taking the picture!
I walked a labyrinth earlier in the week. I thought about how that path curls and meanders and I am often not quite sure where I am on the path in terms of getting to the center and then moving back out again. Sometimes I walk and it seems like I am not moving at all. Other times I look up and see the end is near and I am shocked.
I thought about how some finish walking sooner than others and I wondered if life was like that too, that some people walk their journeys quicker than others and yet, their journey can still be considered complete. Then I pondered the things we say to comfort each other when death comes and all the metaphors we use.
Always, as I walk, the tension eases and I unwind.