drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home"
Lou Reed - Perfect Day
Sometimes it's just the little things that make me happy.
Finding little lost treasures when cleaning the house.
Seeing my two year olds eyes go wide with anticipation
when he realizes he can have those hand puppets that
have been lying in a closet for ages. Hearing a big
'Weeeee!' when he bounces around the room, happy
with his new toys. Playing endlessly with them, me -
holding a french looking police man puppet - exclaiming ridiculous half-french sentences and 'parbleu!' and
'affreux!', while he - holding a puppet of an old lady -
giggles like a school girl. Simple moments, but oh,
Later that day I took my camera for a walk (I have a feeling it may become unhappy if I don't take it out regularly, or maybe that would be me) and that's when I found this. A little place of magic.
I've passed that place so many times and it never occurred to me before to walk downhill a little, to check what's down there, closer to the stream. Now I'm glad I did. I felt like being in the Cambodian jungle again, only this time in my own back yard (not that I actually have a back yard, but it wasn't far and it sounds pretty good, don't you think?)
Some days are better for magic than others. This was a perfect day, finding treasures everywhere I looked. Imagining the end result, the way the photograph will be once I've sprinkled my own, personal magic over it. But isn't that what life is? A treasure for us all to see and experience in our own way?
Farewell, for now. Keep dreaming. xxx