Today. Me and the girls slept in until 7:28 and that is
early but it felt late.
Today. I caught a glimpse out of the cottage window of
Elizabeth, a smile on her face,
her head bent back, eyes squinting, watching
the bubbles she blew through the wand fly up
and up
and up
And away.
And
then I was watching too and leaning out the window
looking up and wondering…
To
where…
Today. We spent a hazy August day at the beach and three
hours wasn’t enough time for my five year old to catch waves and my three old slithered
in the muddy wet sand like a snake and my one year old waded into Lake Michigan
like she had been on this earth far longer than a year.
At days end, after an afternoon thunderstorm that had
ushered most of Ellison Bay into slowing down, suddenly whoots! And whooshes….and
a handful of kids from up the hill were biking down the road full speed and
shouting joy and carefree, the happy giggles of being say 9 and 11 and 13 and
riding matching white cruisers down the Lakeview hill road after a rain.
I sat
on the porch, wanting to join them, to feel the mist and grit on my legs from
the wet road and the thrill and tickle of downhill fast, and then to speak it
and shout it out.
Oh man, the good of down!
Back up again and again and again
for the good of down.
Image here.
