My disposition is feeling the gravitational pull of the sun and it's rays are just beginning to bleach out winter's negativity. Yesterday I took the kids and dog on a hike. Minnow sqwuaked the whole way up and down as Beanie, Percy and I panted. We drew in the new world re-imagining itself in waterfalls and patches of moss. We sat in the middle of the path and dug our fingers into last year's leaves. Bean asked who put that log in the middle of the path. I told her it fell. It just simply fell over because it was old. I didn't feel the need to add the word dead. It fell because it was old and the wind pushed it. The wind was stronger than that huge tree. I watched her as she thought about it and then proceeded to clean up the path. I waited for another question and when it didn't come I let her be. It's such a short time when the world can seem undiscovered. When we can make of it what we will. I don't want to answer all her questions before she asks them. I want her to root out her own genesis of the world. Before the world forces it's version of life's story upon her.
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