tooth fairy bites

oh my. it's so late. one finds oneself in a half state of slumber. but somehow work drives one to plod on. perhaps it was apt, kneeling on the pillows, inevitable sleep overcame. but restlessness ensued, and one wakes up at the strangest hour to reconcile matters with the great gardener (who i assure you is always there watering all us little seedlings in this boundless garden of many surprises); never had hope seemed so bleak. never had optimism seem so contrary. joy seem so distant. the heart seem so stolen away. maybe it's the first step, and gloomy clouds seem to gather.

but with clouds. come the rain. is that not so. and that should be a happy thing.

flashbacks of childhood.

i see Winnie the Pooh, i watch his cumbersome figure. there he sits beside Christopher, both in the light of an evening sunset, and the silhouetted figures like cut out paper shadows. He holds a large jar of honey. but then Christopher takes hold of it. just a little. tugs a little. an exchange of surprised looks. but Christopher continues to tug. Winnie holds on. tight. then Chris smiles, and asks:

"pass me the honey pooh; what if i took away all the honey you ever had..would you..still love me?"

and Winnie struggles. looks at the honey pot nestled in his arms. all he ever wanted perhaps. but now, he too sees the friend who had helped him through the thick and thin of life. Christopher. honey. Christopher. honey. he looks back and forth. and eventually loosens the grip on the pot. Chris smiles. it hurts - but Winnie smiles back.

perhaps one day. Chris would return to pooh tenfold of what had been given up that day. perhaps not. it ought not to matter. what mattered was the love shared between them..for the years to come. in the Hundred Acre Wood