Illuminating a Walk November 14, 2106
Evening and another lonely walk has begun, intensified by the shadow of my mother's passing.
At least it's good exercise – a positive thought.
The road, over familiar, its quitetude contrasted by the humming of a nearby highway, the warm air elevating my mood ever so slightly.
“Hi Blair” a child's voice! I felt my piqued ears point to somewhere in the dark. At once a friend, familiar and oh so welcoming, illuminated something inside. Dostoevsky plays “The soul is healed by being with children” But he is dangerous to this one - but not the many.
The spark in the night overwhelmed apprehension, so I walked up to the little guy.
Fiddling with a Christmas projector, The Illuminator – My Illuminator, was hard at work, alone, trying to camouflage the device, perfectly normal for a child of military parents. …show more content…
Red flags waived in my head but I had permission – or did I?
Mother appeared from the house, my heart changed gears. With more wiring in hand she was unphased by the apparition near her son.
Yes! Permission – a remarkable permission! Oh ye Grateful Gods! some unfettered heathen in me gratefully screamed.
“Hey isn't that a beautiful Super Moon” as I pointed to the rare orange globe lightly veiled, wanting only of a flying witch.
“Yeah, it's like a scary moon. But it doesn't bothered me!”, the trooper in him was talking.
Mom fiddled with the decoration as I my chest was suddenly assaulted by a pair of seven year old hands.
I was attacked! A wondrous, mysterious attack!
Only the brilliancy of My Illuminator's imagination captured the snowflakes dancing across me — and my Joy!
Bang bang bang, and more of the enemy flakes retreating across the garage door became prisoners.
Then immediate boredom.
“You know, some people see a man on the moon. The Chinese see a
Evening and another lonely walk has begun, intensified by the shadow of my mother's passing.
At least it's good exercise – a positive thought.
The road, over familiar, its quitetude contrasted by the humming of a nearby highway, the warm air elevating my mood ever so slightly.
“Hi Blair” a child's voice! I felt my piqued ears point to somewhere in the dark. At once a friend, familiar and oh so welcoming, illuminated something inside. Dostoevsky plays “The soul is healed by being with children” But he is dangerous to this one - but not the many.
The spark in the night overwhelmed apprehension, so I walked up to the little guy.
Fiddling with a Christmas projector, The Illuminator – My Illuminator, was hard at work, alone, trying to camouflage the device, perfectly normal for a child of military parents. …show more content…
Red flags waived in my head but I had permission – or did I?
Mother appeared from the house, my heart changed gears. With more wiring in hand she was unphased by the apparition near her son.
Yes! Permission – a remarkable permission! Oh ye Grateful Gods! some unfettered heathen in me gratefully screamed.
“Hey isn't that a beautiful Super Moon” as I pointed to the rare orange globe lightly veiled, wanting only of a flying witch.
“Yeah, it's like a scary moon. But it doesn't bothered me!”, the trooper in him was talking.
Mom fiddled with the decoration as I my chest was suddenly assaulted by a pair of seven year old hands.
I was attacked! A wondrous, mysterious attack!
Only the brilliancy of My Illuminator's imagination captured the snowflakes dancing across me — and my Joy!
Bang bang bang, and more of the enemy flakes retreating across the garage door became prisoners.
Then immediate boredom.
“You know, some people see a man on the moon. The Chinese see a