Paper cranes make me happy. And why shouldn't they, 1000 cranes= peace. The crane is also a symbol of honor and loyalty in Japanese culture. But on a more personal level, paper cranes make me happy. Maybe it's because I connect them without not only peace, but summer time, which have always been the happiest times of my life. Why? Well I can pretty much trace it down to a few people, but during one summer in particular (I'm fairly certain it was 2005) I remember learning and then teaching kids how to make cranes. We made 1000 and hung them throughout the dining hall--and they're still there now...even if a few of them have gotten tired and fallen. Then in the summer of 2008 I got a crane hung from a paperclip from a friend--that I immediately hung from my rear view mirror and he's never moved. Then summer 2009 I got a itty bitty baby crane left on my desk by a friend one day. He's so very small. Anyway, I liked him very much but he got lost in the shuffle of my yarn. Flash forward this evening, I was transferring yarn from a too-small container to a lovely basket, when I see a small scrap of white left on the table. I reach, to throw it away of course, and discover he's my baby baby crane. This came on a good day, when I'm feeling a lull and doubting one thing or another, and he made me smile. Now he's sitting next to me as I write. I'm going to tape him to my mirror so he won't run off again. I want to feel this happy everyday.
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