Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Head in the clouds
"Look!" I say to Junior. We are lying in the grass. Our feet are bare. Everett, the perpetual walker, is napping and it's just the two of us. We can be blissfully sedentary. I can't remember the last time I just laid in the grass and looked up. "That looks like a flying dragon. Or maybe a plane."
"Good one!" he says. "I totally see it! What else do you see?"
I don't know what tickles me more: the fact that my son is so encouraging about my cloud interpretations or that he pretends to see everything I see. Or, maybe it's that the last time I laid in the grass with a guy (a mere 15 years ago) and pointed out cloud shapes, he was only feigning interest because he was trying to get me into bed.
Whatever. It doesn't matter. None of that matters. All that matters is that summer is here and I am lying in the grass with Junior.
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