Kid's play

Greetings,

Wow, it's another lousy beautiful magical little day in paradise!

My five-year old friend, Zeynap knows her ABC's. We sing and draw in the fast yet ravishing food zone. Bored anxious adults stare at us in wonder and forgotten memory.

They eat their dreams with yogurt.

They ask us many questions without speaking. "What's the melody? How can you revert to such primal innocence? Is it the food? Air, water? Why does the caged bird sing?"

Zeynap ignores them tracing symbols - red, blue and black lines on empty white paper. She becomes the paper, ink and flow. She folds them and we play "Guess which hand holds the secret paper."

Nearby, red roses bleed their fragrance into a blue sky turning it violet.

Zeynap leans across the table. She whispers an irrefutable truth. "All these adults were punished for dreaming."

We laugh and play all day.

Peace.