After I cleaned off the turtle's head, I suggested we continue walking. "First we have to brush off the turtle's fur," Isaiah said. So we cleared the shell. And then we cleared the other turtle at the playground. And then I pushed him in a swing and we watched the snowplow and caught snowflakes on our tongues and walked through more snow.
Driving into Hartford this morning, Isaiah sees the skyline: "Empire State buildings."
Driving in Brooklyn this afternoon, Isaiah sees the lighted Christmas decorations affixed to the utility poles: "Starflakes."
Reflection: Sledding is still fun. The long, slower hill with multiple drops is good for distance. The short, steep hill with ramps and rises at the bottom quickens the pulse (and I'm more aware of even tiny trees than I was as a kid). The guy 35 years younger than me is always going to want to sled for more clock ticks than I will. The best part, though: Right now he'd rather ride tandem with me than by himself.
