Sunday, September 29, 2013
100/1000
A lot of people right now don't get it, and that's okay. I know that this is a beautiful project, and I know you will appreciate it. That's all that matters to me.
We haven't been as close as we could have been, especially over the past decade. People get older, things happen, locations change and time slips away. Memories never fade, though.
Remember that time when I was little, and you brought me to the Audubon Sanctuary? There was a horse trail - we saw a couple riders and were careful not to step on the "horse apples" in the path, haha. It was a long walk up and downhill over flat and uneven ground, along the twisting paths past the wetlands and through the forest, and by the time we had finished the trail you needed a rest. I didn't want it to be over.
You sat on the bench as I scurried around the fallen leaves in the grass, stirring up hundreds of dragonflies into the air. When they started landing on you I got excited and sat patiently by your side. Sure enough, one by one they started adorning our arms, feet and clothes, and whenever other travelers walked by, they only stirred up more dragonflies to land on us. It was a magical moment; sitting on the sun-dappled bench with glinting bits of color darting back and forth, flitting through the air like winged jewels, hovering close and eyeing us as we held our breaths, hoping they would decide to add themselves to our growing collection.
I dedicate the first hundred cranes to this memory we share. A myriad of color and design, including a select few with dragonfly prints on them. I hope you enjoy.
We haven't been as close as we could have been, especially over the past decade. People get older, things happen, locations change and time slips away. Memories never fade, though.
Remember that time when I was little, and you brought me to the Audubon Sanctuary? There was a horse trail - we saw a couple riders and were careful not to step on the "horse apples" in the path, haha. It was a long walk up and downhill over flat and uneven ground, along the twisting paths past the wetlands and through the forest, and by the time we had finished the trail you needed a rest. I didn't want it to be over.
You sat on the bench as I scurried around the fallen leaves in the grass, stirring up hundreds of dragonflies into the air. When they started landing on you I got excited and sat patiently by your side. Sure enough, one by one they started adorning our arms, feet and clothes, and whenever other travelers walked by, they only stirred up more dragonflies to land on us. It was a magical moment; sitting on the sun-dappled bench with glinting bits of color darting back and forth, flitting through the air like winged jewels, hovering close and eyeing us as we held our breaths, hoping they would decide to add themselves to our growing collection.
I dedicate the first hundred cranes to this memory we share. A myriad of color and design, including a select few with dragonfly prints on them. I hope you enjoy.
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