Dragonfly
You might be wondering why I'm posting a picture of a dragonfly? I'm not sure myself, but when I saw the picture, I was reminded of times when I was still a little girl and I would run around the yard trying to catch one.
I remember I even had a points system depending on what color the dragonfly was. I remember I could spend hours upon hours just playing and making up all sorts of stories as I dreamed of ways to capture the prized insect. A lot of times it was that conjuring and getting lost in my stories that was more fun than the actual catching. After all, I always let them go. I never felt right about keeping such a beautiful thing imprisoned in a glass jar.
It didn't matter, that I filled the jar with flowers and grass and other things I thought my dragonfly would enjoy. The jar wasn't its home. The garden was.
I see dragonflies now and I'm reminded of the days when times were pure and innocent and I could escape to magical places by simply playing in our garden outside. I smile and feel grateful to have memories that are simple and sweet.
Look around you. What brings a smile to your face?