Bliss

By , Clarkston, MI
My chocolate brown hair whips in the wind. The numbness of my feet hitting the black polypropylene mat, the sky as blue as the ocean, the robins chirping from the blooming apple tree, the squirrel scurrying on the green grass below, my sister grinning… Bliss.
One bold memory appears-
her, me, music.
I hear “Grenade”, her favorite song, come on, and her smile bursts open, like a ray of sunshine.
We resort every last bit of energy we have to this one song.
We start to do the dance routine made up weeks ago. Our movements perfectly together, our bounces right on cue. Bliss.
I look over to see the cheerful face,
her hair flowing in the wind, her smile as big as the Nile River, her eyes full of joy.
Looking around I see the trampoline mat is blacker, the sky bluer, the birds louder, and the grass greener.
Bliss.





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