Happy Sad

Um Happy sad i s a story about happy and sad things . .

I uneasily stepped onto the busy tarmac and realized all I was leaving behind.

My cousins held a special place in my heart, they always would, but I knew deep within 

that I would be back here someday. 

"My lovely cuzzins." I sighed. "Goodbye now.... Goodbye spring" I whispered softly as I was hurried into the tiny plane after I left my "unchecked bag" with the surprisingly young airline attendants. 

I hoped that the other anxious passengers shuffling around me wouldn't realize the way I talked to myself like a crazy person. "Oh bother, even if they do, why would I care? Pish posh!" Nothing cheered me up more than muttering something ridiculous. Or the dark featured flight attendant giving me a wary smile as I covered my mouth with one hand, pretending to be surprised at myself.

I stumbled into my economy seat 6c. Beside a friendly middle aged woman who politely enlisted my help in stuffing (well that's what I did) her nice sports jacket into the mostly empty overhead compartment. 

As I remember this past week, I'm so thankful for my cousins. I loved playing games with them, I loved their unique personalities. They are bringing (and I so believe will keep bringing) brilliant colors to this stuffy, black and gray world of insecurity and emptiness. 

My cousins are not only beautiful in their faces.....but in their imaginations, cute idiosyncrasies, the joy that spreads over their faces is like a huge popped piece of bubble gum. They could give even the most burnt out light bulb a reason to shine. 

I love them. 

So that stark piece of sorrow I may feel right now is only because of all of the delightful times I've shared with my cousins this past week. But that silly sorrow is worth every sting for the more powerful joy that (I just KNOW) will stick with me longer than any sadness. 

After the rain...

our wet hair splits in tangled strands, swirling around our heads as we dance

and splash in puddles 

but the rain never keeps us down when its gone

it lifts us up 

and gives us a reason to sing ! 

<3

Reviews

[Kelly M.]

Aw, I like this cuzzin! You make our days brighter too. :)

[Forest Green]

Pish posh...? Pish posh...? Is that allowed? I must consult my book of regional expressions...;)
...silly sorros...powerful joy...what emotional contrast you express.
Only the final line seems...an understatement, slightly trivialized, but accepted just the same.
Excellent work...