By Mac Guerreiro
Eye colored my cousin’s hair and in that simple moment eye realized there was great joy. In spite of always having been easily amused eye’ve been keenly aware of the amount of joy one can find in the every-day things as of late. Perhaps because visiting family seems to be like that. It’s not the outings and dinners though they are wonderful too but the silly jokes that happen by accident, the night-time BBQ’s that go until 1 AM. It’s the realization one has while sitting at a table observing people she grew up with but no longer sees that presence is precious. It’s the most precious thing.