When I was a young newlywed, I read Green Mountain Farm by Elliot Merrick — a nonfiction account of a Quaker family. At the very end, Merrick ends with a short section saying that World War II changed their lives, as it changed so many lives.
Last evening, after supper and dishes, I was outside, moving stacks of library books from one car to another, waiting for my daughters. Although it wasn’t late, the stars were already spread across the sky. I was waiting for my daughters to come out and join me for a walk.
Finished, I leaned against my car, waiting, remembering how I had walked around this house before I bought it. I had wanted to see how bright the stars were, and if the property had a good view of the moonrise.
My daughters came out. Lit by the porch light, I saw they were both wearing black jackets and scarves. Watching them, I realized my oldest daughter was all grown up. And my youngest? Rapidly heading there.
3 thoughts on “Pandemic Pause”
How quickly time passes, while the stars don’t age at all.
Your stars are now in your daughters’ eyes.
I completely reject her annoyance with you. Hunters should ALWAYS assume that thing moving in the woods is a person. If it can’t be identified as game, the rifle shouldn’t be up and ready to fire.