Tucked in her jacket against the cold breeze, she stepped into the puddle, staggering her feet up and down. She watched the water intently. Pure. Transparent. Beautiful.
She wondered if it was real enough to touch. If she could run her tiny little fingers through it. would it feel as mesmerizing as her innocent eyes perceived? Slowly, she spread her arm. Daring to step closer. She looked around her, at the crowd behind her. Their eyes wide open. Were they as fascinated as she was?
closer closer closer.
.she moved her body along with her arm. She closed her eyes, shutting them tight.
Tickling. Chilling. Numbing.
Giggles escaped her mouth and she grinned widely.
How can she let them know about the pleasure in her heart? How can she make them believe? she ran around still fascinated. At the never ending circle of dancing water..her curiosity was beyond words. The moments she was living were beyond joy..if only the could feel it..if only there was a way she could make them understand that it really can be touched
Sometimes it is that one moment that makes us all see that we have all held onto that inner child, that free spirit that no matter how much we try, we can never be free from.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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Anonymous posted on 10:43 AM
yarabee.. fdait'ha wallah
What you wrote is wonderful !! i loved it .. were you watching her when she touched the water? :P
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