It's raining today.
Tomorrow is Sugar Snack's first birthday
so we made him a present.
Can you tell he loves his birthday banner?
I hung it outside to get a better picture of it.
(yes, in the rain, because it made me happy)
It took me back a (couple) years.
I was living in Russia, returning to my flat after a particularly bleak day. I was twenty-one, scared of being victim to crazy, desperate crimes which I frequently witnessed, homesick for my family and for personal space. My tramvai was stuffed as usual, the babushka I was propped against berated me in angry Russian and kept pushing me as if I had room to move away. I just couldn't take another jab in the ribs. I squeezed myself off the tram at the next stop and began a long walk home. It was so cold. My toes were numb. I was crying, of all things.
And then I saw it.
The Tree was forlorn and wintry, but it was aflutter with white. I came closer. Each branch was tied with hundreds of handkerchiefs.
I don't know what they really meant, but to me, they were hope.
"Leave your baggage and your bad days here, and take up this breeze.
It's much lighter to carry and much easier to hope."
It was one of my sacred moments.