Wednesday, April 18, 2012
the joy in order...
...when he was little, our mornings were spent walking down to the tennis court with his suitcase of dinosaurs. Each dinosaur was carefully taken out of the case and arranged along the sidelines of the court. I would sit quietly on a nearby bench and watch his little body bend over and position each dinosaur just so.
..We would periodically look up, as we both knew that soon the sun would rise over our heads, and the purpose for coming was about to reveal itself. Pretty soon these orderly creatures would take on life, as their tremendous shadows began to show. Within minutes, the shadows changed shape and direction, and he would just sit tall and proud as he watched this orchestra of shadows.
...The sun would do it's thing, and soon we would find ourselves carefully placing each dinosaur back into the case for their journey back home. It's there they would rest until the following morning when
their time would come to come back to life.