DID YOU KNOW...

…That I had a tea set as a child, and I did have tea parties with the jam that appeared on plastic biscuits when warm water was spread with the little knife? Only Mr. Friendly, and his guests would be there to share afternoon tea as soon as my I stepped away from my news stand behind the ironing table.
…I knew lazy, golden afternoons where the heat and humidity of summer drove my mind insane with the ticking of un-played seconds tocking by, and the drone of the a/c was constant. As soon as the high sun made the secret hideout in the shadows visible, it was my chore to tug the heavy curtains to draw shut. [These floor length, deep burnished gold were blackout curtains. -edit] And with their embellishments in a heavy embroidered weaving throughout, the shadows were sharpened against the sun’s light and the details of the heavy fabric felt through to find my tender fingers touching summer’s sun through fabric and a double paned glass.

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When he responded, “Sometimes pictures are all that are there.” Something in me stirred. Something lifted its arms and wanted to comfort what feeling could have lay behind the sentence.
If I could, I would spin every unhappiness into a satisfying joy where your thoughts of ‘if’s, ‘or’s, ‘but’s and the ‘everything-in-between’ could find a silver lining and for you to say, that that was why I needed to be unhappy.