Classical Sass

(235) Ode on Firefly

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I ripped through it years ago, fell-plummeted-into its characters, its every detail, its magnificent movement. I tumbled to its end and left myself suddenly stale for new stories.

I forbade myself a return, refused to let it across my screen. I withered at mere memory. I wanted to fall again, elsewhere, without fearing an unrelenting nonsensical end.

I waited.

And today, when my family asked me to watch it with them, I said yes because it didn’t clutch my heart overmuch to remember.

So here I am, mid second episode, mid my lovely unchanged characters, mid world and verse and humor I never left nor even buried, despite my steady efforts.

And it isn’t painful. It’s beautiful, my memory and my present and the thrilled joining of the two.

I guess my heart forgives? I guess some losses do take comfort in the love locked in memory.


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