Friday, July 1, 2011

Catching Flame

Today, I sat with a group of people I barely knew. We laughed, watched little feet splash in backyard pools, ate from the outdoor grill, and shared a piece of our lives. Our voices rose above the peals of laughter on the silky lawn, trading stories of yesterdays in the waning sun and dodging rogue water missiles.

Later, we sat huddled in damp towels on camping chairs, and watched millions of tiny sparks in the sky collect into explosions of brilliance. We laughed, pointed, clapped and collectively sighed over its beauty.

But for one moment, I was all alone. There was no sound but the crackling of tiny sparklers across the lawn, no image but the glowing embers on children's faces lit up by the simpleness of life. Looking across the twilight, all I could see was ten tiny little hands grasping sparklers, quietly appreciating the beauty of those flying fires. They came together like a wildfire: the quiet, the image, the feeling, and caught flame to my soul.

There it was, happiness.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"They came together like a wildfire: the quiet, the image, the feeling, and caught flame to my soul."

Wow, good stuff. sometimes it's the simplest moments, or things we often take for granted that are the most fulfilling :)
I know it's stressful as hell sometimes, but you're very lucky to have that happiness and love in your life :) And they are lucky to have you too(well...besides the occasional threat of sale to the gypsies)

glad you had a good day.

Vladimir said...

More beautiful words have rarely been written.