Why did I walk home today? Well, I decided on the way, if I had have
taken the bus, I would not have enjoyed eating the blackberries that grow along
the way. And secondly, because I lost my bus pass!
I wake up, excited by the little things in life: yoghurt with sweet
nectarines every morning (and any other time of day), walking past my favourite
house on the block, hearing a great song on repeat for endless hours, surprising
a friend, being surprised by a friend, discovering something intriguing and
amusing in the class readings, the two-tone flowers I have not seen before, the
wonder of a free afternoon, the pictures in a child’s book, writing my name in
the letters of the Greek alphabet, and the feeling of sun on my face.
The sunny days are coming to an end, I am told. The overcast early
mornings are something I can expect all day long, I hear. The rain goes on and
on. That is if you can classify it as rain; I understand it is more of a
perpetual drizzle. This coming season is not devoid of beauty. The leaves tell
a different story. Each of them gives a final splurge of colour, a kind of epic
attempt at the extraordinary, before plummeting to their deaths. Just like
fireworks. It’s the little things in life that seem to hold the potential for great
joy.
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