Ripples

In an effort to make an hour out of a short twenty minute walk to the daycare and back, I headed up and around the college for a saunterly stroll. The day moon is just cresting the hill. A three quarter moon that shines bright white in the waning sunlight and sits perched above the face in the mountain that changes with the weather and the seasons but always a peering eye spies out from the side of the hill. As I move closer to the scene to eliminate poles and wires the moon disappears below the trees again. I have to loop up and around to higher ground to make it rise again and it is no longer in line with the strange face though the sudden burst of sunlight spotlights a place in the trees and adds an eerie effect to a mundane view.




By the time I reached the daycare the moon was higher though no longer as white and Ryder, when seeing it back dropped by blue says simply and assertively "the moon is for nighttime" as if there is no argument and said white shape must be a cloud. When he spies the deeper puddle he squeals "mud!" and tears off to the edge of the puddle and tentatively dips his boot in to test the depth then freely cavorts in the brown liquid ooze and the sun dipping ever lower casts long light shadows throughout the scene while ripples spread from the boots of a child have long term effects.




Now along the side of the road home we watch the slanting rays of sunlight push the gray snowy clouds, like fingers stuffing the stormy weather up the valley away from this place to gently dust the tops of those surrounding peaks in white and cause brilliant vistas in the waning light of another day.