Yesterday at a Disney-themed merry making kids were thoughtlessly asked to 'polychromatize' some Winnie the Pooh drawings with crayons lacking of the basic gay colors. Nonetheless, since I am a big advocate of wholesomeness, I decided to join in the fun. I approached one of the kids and told him that his mom has left and he should start looking for her before Michael Jackson drops by. Apparently he understood his situation and fled. That was my cue and I hurriedly grabbed his lead-rich made in China crayon set.
With five flaky crayons and after two glasses of red here's what I had:
The exercise was calming and even elating.
For a moment I forgot all about my worries. I regressed into a time when life, excuse the lack of poetic skills-- is as simple as crayons and papers.
Here's to life's everyday ways of reminding us of its little treasures!