What is it about these days of summer that are so heart-breakingly familiar,
like some long-forgotten, lost day that belonged to me
when I was small.
Now somehow, magically transfered to these small people who populate my day,
who take my hand and run with me through the sandunes of my childhood,
who remind me to look up at the clouds,
who show me that all of this is still here.
A sunlit day,
a garden filled with daisies,
the sound of their laughter amidst the waves,
a little stone or leaf or flower that finds it's way into my pocket.
Peel away the cobwebs and the sparkle is there
as it always was.
4 comments:
that was beautiful
You made me tear up with this one sweet Ciara. I feel exactly how you do...
I love this post it reminds me of all the fun I had as a kid on summer holidays with my brother and sister .
I know exactly what you mean.. I think what it is is something happens at the beginning of a new season, I feel this at the beginning of a crisp autumn too... it reminds you of all the past autumns you've seen, and brings a fond nostalgia I think... It's new and yet old...
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