Proust had his madeleine...

Completely by chance, I was going through my jacket pockets at work today and I found this. It's an insignificant enough thing, a label from a smoothie, it won't mean anything to anyone else and it must have been in there months. But it made me feel very happy and very sad at exactly the same time, a really weird yet powerful little surge of feelings. Which shows that, like all good grown-ups, we can try as hard as we like to keep it together but sometimes it really is the little things that touch us the most. I'm keeping it.