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May. 16th, 2002 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangningThere was a time, you know.
There used to be days I just glided through, and waking up brought questions of what the day was going to hold that didn't hurt and didn't make me uneasy.
One of our old houses, not the first but probably close, there was a birds' nest under the eaves. Starlings, probably, house sparrows or somesuch... but they sang, every morning, as soon as the light started to show the outlines of leaves and branches. It was almost as wonderful a way to wake up as feeling the sun warm on my face, and smelling the scent of the pine slats as the sap warmed.
Even when I was older, and things began to be less like a fairy tale and more like a nightmare I couldn't wake out of, there were good days. Monkeys at a distance, gumming tree branches to catch budgies, lying flat on my stomach on Melissa's stone bridge, watching the fish in the pond.
I had my share of good days. Highs that match any low I've ever gone through. And now I'd really like balance. Not being in despair one second and giggly the next and never knowing which way I'm going to want to topple next - that would be good.
There used to be days I just glided through, and waking up brought questions of what the day was going to hold that didn't hurt and didn't make me uneasy.
One of our old houses, not the first but probably close, there was a birds' nest under the eaves. Starlings, probably, house sparrows or somesuch... but they sang, every morning, as soon as the light started to show the outlines of leaves and branches. It was almost as wonderful a way to wake up as feeling the sun warm on my face, and smelling the scent of the pine slats as the sap warmed.
Even when I was older, and things began to be less like a fairy tale and more like a nightmare I couldn't wake out of, there were good days. Monkeys at a distance, gumming tree branches to catch budgies, lying flat on my stomach on Melissa's stone bridge, watching the fish in the pond.
I had my share of good days. Highs that match any low I've ever gone through. And now I'd really like balance. Not being in despair one second and giggly the next and never knowing which way I'm going to want to topple next - that would be good.
