They have gym class for first graders. They are insane people. It is all I can do to tether him to the planet -- to keep him from rocketing out into space. They will make him stand still, and wait in line for his turn a lot. Anti-activity.
The sun is low this time of year. If you cannot tell the exact time of day and year by looking at a photograph of your house, your design is a failure.
The driveway is 15 hallways. The boles of the great pines shine rust-colored in the eastern light. They are upland trees, but their feet are in the swampwater. They wick up the water filled with minerals and tannins and it colors their trunks. We walk through them like a temple colonnade.
Something wicked this way comes.
And the little one is gone. The big one is long gone, and dozing in class already. My wife and I go back in the house, our hearts well and truly broken.