Your pockets tell a story.
Last winter, as the polar vortex began to grip New York City, my girlfriend and I dedicated a full day to digging out all of our warm-weather wares; dusting-off our coats, sweaters, and ski gear along the way.
Now, clearly I enjoyed finding the cash in my pocket. But more exciting were the random artifacts my past-self left behind. It was like looking at those old photographs your parents dig up when you're home for Thanksgiving.
Next spring, I think I'm going to leave myself a more ambitious note. Maybe, "Book that trip to Madagascar." I'm already looking forward to next winter.