Dreaming in the “real world”

Yesterday, I saw a balloon that had been let go, and I watched it’s size diminish rapidly as it sailed quickly away from me. The red circle looked like a polka dot on the blue sky and it’s string looked like a silver thread, blinking the reflected sunlight. I thought of Max then, traveling about the northeast, checking in with us every so often.

Whereas our children used to be bound to us by the fat straps of infant carriers, they are now linked to us by seemingly delicate threads of energy. I think of them in varying degress of attachment with varying degress of slack in those lines.