School was out, snacks were in, and home was near. That salty whiff which accompanied your snacks that you both grabbed onto with your small hands... it was that odor of interruption that I had always found repellent.
But Anxiety was not in sight, not for you both. Little boys, with little cares. Perhaps, just that 25-word-list spelling homework, or the fear of losing the famous five book that you borrowed from him. And to have that packet of salted fowl slices was a scrumptious indulgence above all else.
And no one else seemed to be in that world. Just the 2 of you, your uninhibited selves at ease and at play, in laughter and in-sured by childhood's innocence. My sardonic predispositions slowly faded as I looked on at you both.
Fatigue screamed silently into my ears, but I could not fall asleep. With a mind that was in partial drowsy numbness, I mustered some spare fuel to observe you 2 at play. And there was no disappointment, for you 2 were affable and amusing.
Ah! He is looking at us! (yes, I am looking at you 2)
What shall we do? Hmm... Let's continue! We'll make him laugh. (oh, what are you 2 whispering about?)
Yes, he is still looking. He looks fierce. (you 2 are so secretive!)
Wait... I see him smiling at us. haha! (why are you 2 smiling at me?)
twenty and almost three revolutions around the sun later, life has not shown all that it holds for me. But yet, systematic cultures have imposed their tedious whir upon my viewpoints. And manifested in the form of panda under-eye patches, I found myself having lost most of my ingenuity.
The bus ride injected a dose of life into my wearied soul. For you 2 showed me what it was like to be a child again: uninhibited, unworried, unsullied / Laughter, Lightheartedness, LOLs.
No more salty stink, only amused attention.
And a reminiscence of my own childhood.
Thank you both for making me laugh like a child again.
And thank you for making me feel child-like again, and to know that it's ok to be silly. :)
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