A Matter of Socks

I paused by the low laundry hamper in the hallway, thinking about your question about socks. To be honest, they make remarkably gentle and sturdy cushions when a walk has been long. Right at the rim of the wicker weave, a freshly rolled pair of striped cotton socks was wobbling loose. I stepped up close, assessed the weight of the bundle, and pressed both hands against the soft fold. With a steady, patient nudge, I guided it back into place until it sat flush with the edge. It feels reassuring to see things properly settled for the day.