At Work At Play
08/07/2006 11:05 PM
This little montage of yesterday's trials will have to suffice, because tonight's stunning triumph was swathed in darkness for which my puny camera phone was no match. We ran and played in the blazing sun, coaxing Alex's copy-paper kite to fly. It made a good show of horizontal, but faltered in the vertical domain. Then tonight, Eureka. I was summoned from my dreary studio perch to the street, where I arrived barefoot and groggy, to see what was surely the finest vision of my summer. My brilliant Alex, radiant and laughing, running on the avenue with a brand new shopping bag kite twelve feet above her head, propelling the recently maligned Hannnaford's insignia to new heights. It would have made the localest of papers had the town not been sleeping, but I saw it all. And then I joined, naked soles stomping on the pavement, trailing old supermarket glory from some fraying twine in the August evening breeze.
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