#Fiction Monday (163) - The first Christmas tree Primul brad de Craciun

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'EXPLODE'.

'Ce se intampla cu un vis amanat? Se usuca ca o
stafida in soare? Sau explodeaza?'

The parents decorated a beautiful tree. The ornaments twinkled with the garlands of
lights. They had decorated it with great care and love. It wasn't just the Christmas tree.
It was the first Christmas tree their little girl would have seen in her life. There will be other similar moments, but this was the first one. When they decided that everything was ready,
they brought their child who was already holding on her little legs, in front of the open door.
And little by little they opened it. In the first few seconds of this new visual experience
with a decorated tree, a whole bunch of emotions exploded. Her gaze quickly moved from the
tree to parents, trying to make sense of something. She hopped toward the tree, turned
her head, raised her hands, laughing with her eyes, with her mouth, as if her whole body
was participating at this explosive joy.
And how nice it would be to find a way to recall the beauty of this kind of experience,
when it's hardest and saddest!

'Cand scrii - explodeaza - zboara in afara
- dezintegreaza-te! Apoi acorda-ti timp
suficient pentru a gandi, a taia, a retusa, a rescrie!

Parintii impodobisera un brad  minunat. Ornamentele sclipeau impreuna cu
ghirlandele de luminite. Il ornasera cu multa grija si dragoste. Nu era vorba doar
bradul de Craciun. Era primul brad de Craciun pe care fetita lor urma sa-l vada in
viata ei. Vor fi si alte momente asemanatoare, dar acesta era primul.
Cand au hotarat ca totul era pregatit, si-au adus copila care deja se tinea pe
picioruse, in fata usii intredeschise. Si putin cate putin au deschis-o.
In primele secunde ale acestei noi experiente vizuale cu un brad impodobit, au
explodat fulgerator o gramada de emotii. Privirea i se muta rapid de la brad la
parinti, incercand sa priceapa ceva. A topait pana la copac, a  intors capul, a
ridicat mainile razand cu ochii, cu gura, parca tot trupul participa la bucuria
asta exploziva.
Si ce bine ar fi sa gasim calea de a rechema frumusetea unei astfel de experiente,
atunci cand ne e mai greu si mai trist!

#Fiction Monday (162) - Thoughts about meanders

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