how anne shirley saved my soul

(well, you know, not literally my soul)

my co-worker and i have been listening to "anne of green gables" at work this week and i have come to the realization that i haven't let myself imagine enough in these past few months. i don't know if this is because i became afraid that the beauty of what i can imagine will be shattered and then i will be left with only ruins of an invisible realm, or if it is because i just haven't hung out with kids enough lately. probably a little of both.

as a remedy i went and wandered around katherine albertson's park at sunset last night.
a few stubborn golden leaves clung desperately to the tops of the trees as the grass shone emerald in the light of the sinking sun. a few ducks flew overhead, the air whistling through their wings and the sun shining silver on their chests. i could almost imagine that the breeze that came up and made the trees whisper and sigh was just for me. i think beauty must be the remedy for almost everything.