I had to laugh. I had to laugh out loud... breaking the still of a quiet house, dim with sleep. I laughed at myself... simple girl... in a big world. Sometimes that world seems much smaller when the Facebook exchanges come from those in countries of unrest... not knowing whether the day would mean violence too foreboding for children to join together in play and song, when the morning's conference call brings together colleagues around the world... sunrise for some... sunset for others, when dear ones I haven't seen or heard in years feel like they are but a step away. In those moments, indeed the world seems smaller... closer.
But it is a big place, of which I've experienced little... so the small things make me laugh. An online acquaintance remarked that they were enjoying a single malt. My thoughts went to a warm place, and I replied that I would enjoy one too. Images flashed of chrome-trimmed stools lining the counter... glasses clinking... sweet smells floating on the air of a dozen conversations.
When I was a little girl the neighborhood drugstore still served up the finest cherry colas and malts... double chocolate. Moments later the nostalgia wore away and I realized my blunder. I had to laugh. (And blushingly deleted my reply... as if doing so would somehow remedy my naivete.)
I guess I know less about city skylines than unbroken prairie horizons, playing barefoot in the summer grass, stretching dusty toes to a clear country sky, wishing my tree swing could reach cotton-ball clouds. I'm just a girl with big dreams in a big world.
Aren't we all? Aren't we all still the children of our beginnings... with big dreams in a big world? ...Or is it? Talk about it over a double (chocolate) malt... double straws?