What goes up…
Posted on | April 5, 2010 | Comments Off
Ok so perhaps she wasn’t down down, but she was definitely not up like yesterday. Sleep didn’t come easy, didn’t stay, and she woke very early which seemed inconsistent with what she’d experienced the last few days. Perhaps her “down” feeling was just lack of sleep. Perhaps yesterday’s “up” was overinflated. Whatever the case, the day went by slowly.
For a while, she stared out the open window enjoying the breeze and sound of the world outside. The birds were singing and the usual sounds of a suburban life could be heard. A little wind kicked up and caused the blinds to flutter in a manner that sounded an awful lot like something else which did have her literally rolling with laughter at one point. A tree branch, just beginning to bud itself, became the perch for a beautiful bird and she wondered if this would be the year she finally laid eyes on the “owl” that she knew was out there by its questioning call. It was a lovely day indeed…though she didn’t venture outside…not even to take a photograph of the flowers beginning to blossom on “the stick”.
Later that evening she seriously wondered if anyone was listening. She knew they read, but did they hear? Was she able to get across what she really wanted to say? Were they feeling what she was going through as they read? Were they at least smiling and laughing? She hoped so. She supposed that’s all she really wanted.
If she was, indeed, in the “must come down” phase, then she hoped that it was a short stay in that place when she got there. She hoped that she could crawl her way back up again and sing and laugh and dance in circles. (She’d be wearing something flowing for sure the next couple of days because it was going to be hot and there is no way she wanted to be down AND hot so “please, oh please, oh please,” she begged, “please let me wake up happy tomorrow!!!!!”)
Then she remembered with a smile. Happy comes from within. Well hot damn! She was gonna make some happy tomorrow like a “moonshiner during prohibition” if it killed her. (Perhaps a little overkill.) Drama. She always did that best.
Goodnight Mr (or Mrs) Owl…
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