Sunday Scribbling: Simple
It's Sunday, and I was about to post something, and checked what today's prompt is for Sunday Scribblings - and it is simple. I mean it is "Simple". It's not complicated. It's whatever the word says to me, and it says such a lot, but right now, here's what it prompts:
They left three hours ago - my two sisters, and my sister's fiance's teenage daughter - so they are half-way home now. They left behind in my house traces of themselves. Finn's perfume, young and flowery, in the spare room scenting the air. A plain white linen shirt my older sister left in my room - I assumed it was forgotten, but no, it was a gift, left for me to discover after she'd departed. There is a forgotten flask, which I will bring on my next trip home. There are scones and half of a lemon-tart, and a dog who's gotten used to being petted all the time over their weekend visit. In the garden, a pot of purple flowers - new to all of us, brilliant purple Sinnetti. We like them. When I arrived home from work on Friday, my visitors were already here, and as I stood at the kitchen window, it took a while for me to register what had changed. There was just a bit more purple than there had been in my garden that morning - my aquilegias offer some, but there was now more. The girls wanted to surprise me, but weren't surprised to see it was one of the first things I noticed.
Simple things they have left behind - and each one an echo of their presence, reminding me of our night out last night, our big outing to see Riverdance. Not simple - but complex, intricate dance, yet simple in its effect - hitting through to the breast-bone, causing a vibration of excitement, bypassing brain and intellect. We buzzed, each one of us. I whooped and clapped. Simple joy. Simple delight. Simply a great night, a great weekend, a great memory. It tapped into my celtic heart, vibrated there, and left me feeling, simply full.
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