A simple and spare ode to the treasures we find and keep in our
pockets and the memories they hold
A girl and her mom take a walk and fill their pockets along the way: the
ocean, in the form of a seashell. A sunflower seed. A pretty rock. A
snack. Pockets not only hold hands and things that just might come in
handy; they hold things we need and want. Pockets hold treasures. And
they hold moments and memories that stop time--that blossom.