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We entered the Tube around 9:00 in the morning, a mass of noisy students and a few adults, taking up a section of platform. We had told the teens: "We'll start you on your journey, but you'll have to find your way back. Pay attention." The anxious ones stayed near us, the eager ones studied the green and red and blue and yellow lines on the wall map. "We'll need the Circle Line," one said, and after nodding, we passed the phrase among us like bread, or sweets, so when the train arrived, and the sliding doors opened, we all walked through them with enough nourishment and energy to know where we were going . Later, we stepped out of trams into the high Swiss landscape at Pfingstegg Station. After London, most of the kids didn't even look at the trail map. They just started up. One foot in front of the other, one sore-muscled groan after the other, a collection of revelations. We walked under rock ledges and over small streams. We talked abo...
I have no adequate words for this other than to say it put a whole bunch of joy in my heart. Just what the Doctor ordered, as they say.
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you Emily.
Oh, Robin goes well with elegantly falling snow! Why does that not surprise me! The first kind urge I've had toward the white stuff in a long while... Thanks, Emily. (And Robin.)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this, Emily! We spent the weekend in NYC frolicking in leaves and green grass, and this afternoon arrived home to find...snow, snow, snow and winter air.
ReplyDeleteGreen grass?! We understand each other.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, of course! I was so happy to find something of yours to share. Such a lovely song.