The Vocabulary Of The Moon
Driving to the airport the other night to pick up my brother. It's just past 5:30pm and the sky hangs thick with cloud, blotting out the light. Isla, 22 months, sits in the back, waiting for the planes to show.
We stop at the lights.
"The moon! Daddy, I can see the moon!"
I look towards the sky. Pitch black, heavy with rain.
"Where, Isla? I can't see it?"
"It's disappeared!"
And indeed it had.
I realised later she had seen a street lamp flickering between the leaves of a tree, but I was still marvelling at her choice of words.
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