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Mar. 8th, 2013 07:24 pmOn a treadmill of Scheiße, lately. The cold, hard, ACTUAL has replaced all the dreams, all the magic.
So I woke up, looking backwards, tonight. Back to when things were good. Back to sitting on a log with my husband, with baby DJ on my lap, and Jess, sitting between her father and me - next to his dad's pond, waiting for the nightly symphony. The sky, still lit up as it slides towards dusk, reflected in the calm water, like a mirror..as one by one, the many frogs start their chorus - a peep or two, here, a basso profondo, there..rising, all around us. One by one, we find and point out with glee the wee turtle heads that pop up, randomly, as the pond is full of them - like little Tootsie Pops, they appear, encircled by the ripples they cause - "There's one! There's another one!" - swimming in the reflection of the sky.
It makes me ache to know that they're gone - all those turtles, all those frogs, the pond, itself - filled in by 'progress'. Both fathers - also gone - and the babies, grown; and it feels like the dusk is mine.
So I woke up, looking backwards, tonight. Back to when things were good. Back to sitting on a log with my husband, with baby DJ on my lap, and Jess, sitting between her father and me - next to his dad's pond, waiting for the nightly symphony. The sky, still lit up as it slides towards dusk, reflected in the calm water, like a mirror..as one by one, the many frogs start their chorus - a peep or two, here, a basso profondo, there..rising, all around us. One by one, we find and point out with glee the wee turtle heads that pop up, randomly, as the pond is full of them - like little Tootsie Pops, they appear, encircled by the ripples they cause - "There's one! There's another one!" - swimming in the reflection of the sky.
It makes me ache to know that they're gone - all those turtles, all those frogs, the pond, itself - filled in by 'progress'. Both fathers - also gone - and the babies, grown; and it feels like the dusk is mine.
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