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A Little Something
It’s been a good day
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Yesterday was not a good day. The devil was at his work.
Today is better. Much better. I can see that, now it’s evening, and I’m surprised and delighted to feel so relaxed. Sitting back in my big soft chair, not needing to do anything except watch through failing sight, as the moon traverses the sky, across the width of this large window. Waiting for fairies to appear, while listing those who have visited me today.
So little can make such a big impact. Those creatures of light and gossamer are so little, like the tiny spiders that get inside your clothes when you wander through birch woods. Fairies tickle less, but shine brighter.
The postman, saying good morning as he handed me a handwritten envelope postmarked Brighton. Both brought a smile — two smiles? — to my face. Brighton means Shanaz, and Shanaz means love, in any language. She taught me to say ‘mamnum’, thank you in Persian. I thank her frequently. Best fairy ever, or pari, as she calls them.
The neighbour, managing not to irritate me even once. No walls being pulled down; no bike engine being revved — nothing wrong with my hearing; no dust being shaken out into the space…
