Safely home in the arms of family with a shockingly bright pink birthday cake in the middle of it all. Pink makes me happy...pink balloons, pink streamers and pink dresses...something about that color which digs the happiness right out of my center, spreading it all around...sticky frosting.
At one point, I sat in the living room and listened to all the family noise around...always at least three people talking at once...the sounds of children laughing, the tea kettle humming, the occasional jogger running by outside the house...fading footsteps...the distant sound of a motor.
The children made smores in the evening and I had no desire to eat anything, actually. Deep in thought about some things...pink being the primary color in the back of my mind. Pink makes me happy and at the same time this evening, it has made me a touch sad...but there is no desire to eat anything...which is good, as food cannot solve my thoughts, nor give me an answer. I shall stick with pink blossoms and pink leather shoes.
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