it's still too hot.
i while still in bed sense that my day is going to be dictated
by my internal temperature
and the temp outside.
i will run hot.
i dream of cool days when i can wear a scarf and feel
as though i'm framing my face
in a way that is flattering.
am i as happy as i dream of being when it's finally cool?
i sure hope so.
although, i've been a trooper in the heat.
i've matured.
never, perhaps,
have i spoken more amusing words.
can i whisper a truth to you?
i think maturity is a bit over-rated.
i think we're all so damn mature, so serious.
a little bit of inappropriate laughter and uncontrollable nonsense
can do us all well.
::
i look into the eyes every day of too many grown ups who are hurting.
and the kids. well. they seem ok.
we seem to make sure they're securely fastened in,
their oxygen masks are on
before ours.
but.
we need to breathe.
we need to survive all the little crashes.
and the big ones.
we need to be there for them,
whole,
intact.
dare i say
happy?
i dare.
i dare you.
i dare myself.
fasten your seat belt.
and make sure theirs is too.
we can't stop the wreck.
but we can make sure they survive it,
knowing in our bones that
their happiness
was the goal all along.
xo.
tt
