The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: November, 2009

Day 337

Yesterday, Eva, you had a balloon, and you wouldn’t let go of it, and so I worried that you would suddenly let go of it and that it would float up into the blue, and you would cry and cry, and it would be a lesson on how balloons float away if you don’t hold onto them. Finally, it occurred to me that I could tie it to your wrist and save you, at least for a little bit, from having to learn that lesson, and so I did, and then we played and played, and later it came undone and floated away, but by then our minds were somewhere else, and we hardly even noticed as it got smaller and smaller before disappearing entirely.


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