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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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wordweaverlynn
Dec. 2nd, 2004 10:35 am (UTC)
What a lovely post.