day after drenching day of it
and after the front yard flooding
which made my girl ask, Are we safe? because right now the world seems kind of wobbly…
and after days spent indoors,
story writing and art making and reading and playing games of mancala
(the whole family around the table playing a gorgeous wood-carved version
and the version made by my boy)
and after days where dishes of hot, fresh apple crumble
were just what we needed…
the sun came out,
and did this to the clothes.
perhaps the last ones of the summer.
Ah. They have been the most precious part of summer for me.
So many nights we have walked
through the park
or by the sea
in light that seemed to float,
and hold us suspended there.
These walks have been a time of reflection
where we've said…
look at the light!
where the kids have talked and played and imagined non-stop
and my husband and I have walked arm in arm, or hand in hand, deep in conversation about life, the universe, and education… :)
has slid down off the mountain, rolled around for one last play,
swept us up in its arms
for a long, delicious hug,
left us there,
I am so thankful for it.
For the floating,
the clear, clean feeling that comes
every time I let the light inside.