Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Thursday, October 13, 2005

A kid's world

Last night while I was helping John get his jammies on, he asked "Do people live on Jupiter?" I said no. He asked "Because they would get red?" (He meant they would get burned.) I said there was no air. John asked "If we put people there, would they get tickled?" (translation: ???)

Tonight as I was helping Hanna get ready for bed, she said "When I woke up I saw a monster. It was blue, with polka dots." Oh. Then she pointed out there was a monster in this corner, and another monster in the closet, so we had to be quiet.

These conversations always put things in perspective for me.

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