The days are darker still and I find my spirit wants to sleep—to curl into a tidy ball and leave the rough stones of every day behind. We are storm-shy after the derecho and even though the worst of it will miss us, our cupboards are well-stocked, the flashlights are at the ready, and all of our electronics are charged.
On Friday when I drive Teddy to school the grade school is having its fall festival. As we make the short trip to the high school, we take in the crowds of little people moving across the field in small herds. There are grown ups in buckskin, old pieces of farm equipment, and a large black crock over a fire. Is it apple butter? We can smell wood smoke through the crack in my window.
“I remember that,” he says, as he studies the goings on. “Harvest Day was always so boring.”
And I am stunned because it seems like yesterday that his face was still round and gleaming with the possibility of a hay ride and there was that earnest crease to his brow as he listened to a leather-clad man discuss hunting and trapping.
When did the world lose its sparkle?
Not today, I think, as I look outside at the rain falling down—each common limb and leaf alight with dewy drops. I stand at the window and let the beauty awaken the sleeping parts of me.
I don’t want to miss a minute.
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