Two aces

My heart was broken and I started cleaning my room. My cleaning strategy relies heavily on sorted piles. I wish it didn't, but its all I know. In one pile was camping equipment. On the top of this pile sat a confident backpack. I retrieved camping items from around my room and shoved them into this backpack. The backpack didn't seem to mind. In the top pocket there was a rigid presence. I unzippered the zipper and peeked inside. A deck of cards. When I opened the deck, two aces toppled from the top. I paused to remember. Two aces for a magic trick long forgotten. Two aces sitting on the top of a deck inside of a forgotten backpack, now repurposed. I stared at the cards and reflected on my life and choices and paths cut short. I could have been a magician. With enough time and training, anyone could be a magician, I suppose. This realization is slow and non-intuitive. I placed the deck of cards back into the top pocket of the backpack and rezippered the zipper.

Here is a picture of chickens that I took recently: