Re: Day dreaming about children
I daydream about an Aston Martin with my daughter strapped in next to me. The car is messy with ballet shoes and a discarded leotard (I just picked her up from ballet lessons), my portable library scattered all over the back seats, cd's all over the place, we are both eating chocolate, Elbow is playing and I am reminiscing about someone. I am telling her about my life and something I say sparks a nugget of poetry from her memory, suddenly it is Yeats spilling from her mouth and I am quiet and content. We are going to an art gallery, or the opera, to the ocean for surfing, or Broadway, to a rock concert. Who cares where.