He was thrilled at the “golden” hills and the patchwork quilt blanketing the trees in a blaze of colors. He was enjoying the warm weather, not too hot or too cold. In fact just right for enjoying the gallery display being put on by nature.
I decided not to point out that the grass on those “golden” hills was simply dead. I also didn’t point out that those brilliant colors were the final death throes of the leaves. Nor did I mention that this nice weather, his right temperature, meant the wasp would be out looking for the autumn harvest. They were waiting for the ripe and over ripe fruit to come in so they could feast on it. I decided to let him see the drunk wasps for on his own.
Instead I held his hand and walked beside him, marveling at how every little thing caught his eye. He delighted in it all, taking pictures of everything to make it all last or hold onto it a bit longer. And it was nice to share with him.
He likes to share his world with me. He does this so easily and I love this. Well except for when it results in me sitting in a tiny boat in a loch in rain, finding myself cold and wondering what exactly we are waiting for. Those times I wish he’d just take a picture or so and share it with me instead of letting me in on the whole experience. 😉
It’s these moments, whether we are walking in the countryside or sitting in a boat that I realize that we haven’t always shared everything, that we’ve had our own experiences from where we have lived before. No matter how hard you try to share that past, you never can completely. So you take that person with you back to the place of you remember, and of course it’s a bit different however still enough of the same for that person to make the connection to what you were describing.
And in those moments, when you are back there experiencing something akin to what you remember, you have a chance to see it again with fresh eyes. A chance to see that the dead grass is beautiful because it does look a bit golden and isn’t just dead grass, rather it’s part of the patchwork quilt that you thought was only in the trees. Pure and absolute magic! The kind that you want to hold onto!