I'm not sure what this is about, but I have a strong urge to rent a motorcycle and one of those little side cars for Nora and drive across the country with an 8 ball black helmet, a red scarf and goggles. I would probably carry a large supply of fish crackers, too.
Exhaust and exhaustion disappearing behind me.
When I was 4 and lived in Apple Tree Trailer park, my dad would break up hay bales in the front yard during the winter, and the deer would come down. We'd watch them a long time, our breath on the glass softening the scene, as if it needed to be any softer. Silent night. I remember this because my dad had a motorcycle then, and he'd take us up into the hills on it. There was a stream there, and he'd park the bike, and we'd wade and crawl on our bellies, our legs floating behind us as we pretended to be alligators. Then back down from this other world to the one we usually lived in.
Nora turns 4 on Friday. Will there be streamers? Oh, yes. Cake. Absolutely. Motorcycles. Not yet.
But I'm still going to wear goggles.