a little nugget

i decided, somewhat randomly, that today i would work on filing old papers. this is a task that i have started several times, but have never really completed. today was no different. however, i did find an piece of writing i did a few years ago. it is about cecily and i thought it was still so descriptive of how i see her (though older, obviously) that i wanted to share. so here is Rosy Yellow:

i think sometimes she is acutely aware of the role she plays in this world. her blue eyes twinkle in a moment of laughing importance. her marshmallow arms wave as she gathers up momentum only to pull them in tight to her chest with excitement. i think sometimes i could throw her high in the air and she would float there like a cloud blending in with the heavens. everyone would see her and comment on the beautiful colors in the sunset, or exclaim "what a perfect day! the sun seems to be shining extra bright." she would cast the light of lovers sight. but just as soon as i would place her in the heavens i would pull her back down by the hem of her pants so she could be with me again. i wish everyone had her love, but am selfish enough to be the one who wants to keep it; swimming like a fish in the joy it brings. her wiggling wobbly giggles wake up the sleepy youth in me as she waits to give me more. you can ask anyone who has been in a room with her, and lucky for this town there have been many, and all would smile when they hard her name. a piece of joy she is, the smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies wrapped in a cloak of rosy yellow daisies. Cecily.