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February 24, 2005
let's follow the moonpath
There's a full moon tonight. It's clear and cold, but calm. I'm here alone, so I decided to take a night-time stroll around the pond, mainly to see if there would be a silvery moonpath like the one Laura and Carrie follow when they slide on Silver Lake.
It was very bright outside and I could see my way clearly. The snow had mostly blown to one side of the pond, but there was no moonpath. Now, I know the pond is solidly frozen, because kids play hockey on it, but I'm not sure I could have been tempted to slide even if there had been a lovely moonpath.
Mostly I thought about all the times I walked around that pond with the dog - me with my walking stick and her swimming after ducks or bounding away through the tall grass or leaping through the snow. I remembered the times we'd go sit in the snow and just watch the world go by for a while. I know for a fact that Georgia would have walked across the ice tonight, moonpath or no. And I would have followed.
- posted by pioneergirl at 1:10 AM
