I Want Some Sugar…

This morning, I wanted to write something brief. This is the weekend I have committed to spring cleaning. As I am mulling over topics, I keep returning to the musing that I need some sugar in my life. Just the sound of the fricative and the short two syllables is sweet. In Spanish, the r gives a sexy breathless sigh if the right man is saying it. Throughout cultures the sweetness of sugar has brought us phrases of joy, beauty, sensuality and community.

“Come here and give me some sugar” is a phrase any grandmother or descendent from the American South implores when greeting her loved ones. While sadly the phrase has not stuck in my own satchel of colloquialisms, I certainly miss hearing it. The standard phrase “she’s as sweet as sugar” used to describe a well-behaved girl, while problematic if viewed from the construct that girls are valued more when they don’t rock the boat, I’d still give anything to hear my grandfather say it. Sugar as figurative language give us feelings of happiness, goodness, and home.

When reading the similes of writers painting pictures we have imagined the snow being as white and light as powdered sugar. In our minds eye we have been coaxed to create images of laying on the grass looking above us to see the clouds hanging like spun sugar. No matter what the form of sugar there is a vision of something better than where we are currently sitting.