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Babies in Winter

I took the Baby Goddess into Baby School this morning, and as we got onto the freeway at Lexington Reservoir we noticed a condensation cloud hovering about 20 feet above the water in the reservoir, leaving vapor trails down to the surface of the water.

I said that I thought it looked like ghosts hovering above the water, and then we talked about whether or not ghosts are real (she maintains that they, like monsters, are merely a movie construct and I am loathe to disabuse her of this notion and have her spend every night until she's 8 in my bed with nightmares).

She said that, to her, the clouds looked like men with their legs disappearing into the water.

My daughters have the souls of poets, but whether they are the gentle, hardy Robert Frost souls, the battered yet triumphant Maya Angelou souls or the raging and tormented Sylvia Plath souls remains to be seen.


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Dec. 2nd, 2004 08:29 am (UTC)
A few summers ago, a friend took me hiking in the woods near her house (rural VA) to go to the swimming hole (small lake/large pond). Soon after we started swimming, the rain started and it was too slick to get out of there easily, so we ran to a picnic shelter next to the lake where we'd at least have a little protection from the sheets of rain. We were soaked.

When the rain stopped, the ghosts came and danced in circles on the water. It was the most beautiful, graceful dance.
Dec. 2nd, 2004 08:34 am (UTC)
The flights of fancy and amazing connections they weave sometimes remind me of Xanadu. For they on honeydew have fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise!

And then I, that person from Porlock, come along and tell them to clean their rooms.
Dec. 2nd, 2004 08:44 am (UTC)
Re: Coleridge?
Who knew that the milk of paradise was soy?
Dec. 2nd, 2004 10:35 am (UTC)
What a lovely post.
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