Perhaps well someday tell our grandchildren stories about our version of the nineteenth-century Contestoga wagon. You did what? theyll ask. Yes, well say, its true. We actually looked out the car window. In our usual boredom, we used our fingers to draw pictures on fogged glass as we watched telephone poles tick by. We saw birds on the wires and combines in the fields. We were fascinated with roadkill, and we counted cows and horses and coyotes and shaving cream signs. We stared with a kind of reverence at the horizon, as thunderheads and dancing rain moved with us. We held our little plastic cars against the glass and pretended that they, too, were racing toward some unknown destination. We considered the past and dreamed of the future, and watched it all go by in the blink of an eye. - Richard Louv in Last Child in the Woods
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 22:36:15 +0000
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