I walked with my son this evening. Dusk settled upon us with
a chill that reminded my why I love Winter so.
Red faced and puffing we jogged a few yards and walked a few more.
We had, had "a chat" after school today. The parent needed to be the
parent (whatever that really means) and the teenage boy needed to be
the teenage boy ♥....
It was serious and funny and loose and real. We discussed what
we thought it meant to be free. We agreed and we disagreed.
The decision then to move our bodies was mutual... the pace was uneven.
At one point I fell behind at another I lead the way.
When we arrived home I noticed a Wattle Bird
perched in the branches of our naked Poplar.
Waiting to strike, darting and swooping - catching dinner
whilst displaying his skills as an aerial acrobat.
It didn't last all that long and, as he flew away,
I thought again about freedom.....