Lint

The lint-catcher in the dryer apparently had not been changed in a while. The thick blanket of blue fuzz seemed to throw itself off as I pulled the long flexible screen from the chamber. Somehow, all of our lint is blue. Even the light-load lint is light blue. But this batch of lint had seen many loads of many colors; and yet it was still blue. So I gathered up the frail and fluffy sheet tenderly. Something about what it was made of, what it used to be, and what it could have been, made it special to me. And I laid it gently in the trash can.