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The night is setting upon the hills of Smoking Cove. Or is it receding yet again?
I can not tell. But the ambiance is nice.
I hear the cars on the distant... "high-way"... zip by every now and then.
That old, old, wooden clock, tick-tocks above the door.
A legion of cloudy-blue dots, through that treeish amalgam.
Birds beginning to sing.
* * *
My nephew and his mother returned to Iceland the other day. They're staying with us, since they have no permanent home here at present. He's almost 3 and a half years old, and he's stupendously adorable. He's often described as a very cheerful child. I have a hard time imagining a more cheerful child. It seems the only times he's groggy and irritated, is when he's tired. That's not to say that sometimes he misbehaves, no, he doesn't want any lasagna, he's hardly eaten today, but he definitely doesn't want it, no he doesn't want any food, hey, look at this carriage and my stuff in it!
When he and his mother moved to Canary Islands last summer, he didn't speak any words. He babbled to no end at times, especially on the phone (or when pretending to be on the phone). So it was a very pleasant surprise to be woken with a cheery "Hello! Hello! Look, granma!" the day he arrived.
Thinking all this, I'm reminded how much I look forward to having kids of my own. That time will come one day.
I can not tell. But the ambiance is nice.
I hear the cars on the distant... "high-way"... zip by every now and then.
That old, old, wooden clock, tick-tocks above the door.
A legion of cloudy-blue dots, through that treeish amalgam.
Birds beginning to sing.
* * *
My nephew and his mother returned to Iceland the other day. They're staying with us, since they have no permanent home here at present. He's almost 3 and a half years old, and he's stupendously adorable. He's often described as a very cheerful child. I have a hard time imagining a more cheerful child. It seems the only times he's groggy and irritated, is when he's tired. That's not to say that sometimes he misbehaves, no, he doesn't want any lasagna, he's hardly eaten today, but he definitely doesn't want it, no he doesn't want any food, hey, look at this carriage and my stuff in it!
When he and his mother moved to Canary Islands last summer, he didn't speak any words. He babbled to no end at times, especially on the phone (or when pretending to be on the phone). So it was a very pleasant surprise to be woken with a cheery "Hello! Hello! Look, granma!" the day he arrived.
Thinking all this, I'm reminded how much I look forward to having kids of my own. That time will come one day.