April 6 Lilacs and Laughter
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
(T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land)
April has finally made it to the party. She waltzes in, pale pink party dress swishing around bare legs and feet with a smile so bright it floods the room and a laughter that reaches in and tugs at your heart until you join her. Deceptively beautiful and secretly unsure of herself, she fills the dance hall with fragrance and light. Maybe Eliot was too hard on her?
Today, I am thankful for the things that make me smile:
- My cat’s unwavering yet endearing persistence.
- The brush of breeze from the edge of a hawk’s wings against my cheek.
- The quiet laugh that made me smile just before falling asleep.
For what are you thankful?