A small world

A small world

 

The sky is so big, sometimes you have to get one of those giant word to describe it. However, the world could become really small, somehow as small as your neighborhood.

 

Speaking of neighborhood, I’ve been running into one of my elementary school classmates without even knowing it until two years later, when she called again to weep how things were breaking into pieces in her life. We chatted a few things back in her good times, then how life used to be so simple and we sort of shrinking back ages. Then we exchanged our Chinese names, all the sudden, she burst into such cheerful voice and recognized me as her 3^rd grade classmate. I wasn’t sure how much the sadness had been gone, but she definitely felt closer to home, cause she smile again.

 

That night, luckily it was a starry night. I stared at the sky, let the memories keep running throw my head, all the bits and pieces were flowing up to the giant sky turn into sparkling stars, when some of them connected, it becomes a small world of joy.

 

Feb 10, 2009