Handwritten Pages #4

Sometimes it’s random images that lodge in my head like a splinter. This is one of them. I think there’s more to this story but I’m putting it aside for later to see what grows out of the compost heap.

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The child stood on the crest of the hill overlooking the city. She turned her eyes upwards to the uniform inky expanse of night sky. It was spotted with dots of white; a scattered litter of light like tissue fragments on a black jumper in the wash.
Turning her gaze downwards the city lights exploded in a galaxy of white, orange, red, blue, green.
She bent down and performed a headstand, inverting the world, and for a brief moment she believed the earthly heavens were brighter than she ever hoped for.

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3 responses to “Handwritten Pages #4

  1. I loved the image of her doing a handstand that inverted everything but it also struck me as an entirely authentic response of a child, a mixture of play and also exerting control over her environment

    • There is something so genuine about children’s play that we lack as adults. We are too self-conscious, as well as lacking the mobility sometimes, but need to find the spirit of play in what it is that we enjoy doing.

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