2005-03-27
Angelic Brats (Just Don't Give Them Too Much Credit)
How is it that I can sound so sad, so down hearted, when I am so high? When I am content with life? How do I project such consistent unhappines when it is not consistent?
The still of morning, broken by shrieks, laughter, thumping and running... Easter egg hunts, bouncing curls, pretty little frilly dresses...
Little children carry special magic with them. It doesn't fade, even when the holiday is less special and meals and baskets more meagre because of minor bouts of poverty.
There's something that's a little heartening about those bright eyes and pearly smiles in spite of.
Children aren't so bad. The carefree, hopeful aspect of truely happy children can be quite...inspiring...