My neighbor's backyard is a birthday cake whose trees are the candles that flame up in staggered succession. It's like all Autumn they have been making good wishes for our house's 40th birthday this year. At least, that's how I see it. How I had time to see it because Landon and I were sitting quietly on the deck watching the sun make dappled patterns as it moved across the sky.
"Hey! Where did the sun go?" he asked.
"It has moved across the sky," I told him. (Yes, I know this is inaccurate but I'm ok with that for now) "It's going down." I continued.
"Under our deck?"
"No, to the other side of the earth."
"What's earth?"
"The planet we are on, out floating in space."
"I don't feel us rocking, mom."
I pause. I've lost the thread. Ahh, yes. "Floating" would suggest that we're on some kind of boat.
"All pretty amazing, don't you think?"
"Yes. It is, mom.....Hey! Can we get out my water guns?!"
Annnnd, he's off!
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