Today was a windy day. Anne was standing at our window, watching the trees move. The sunlight was streaming into the house, making shadows on our carpet of the trees dancing outside. She kept moving her gaze from the trees outside to the tree-shadows inside.
“Mumma, what’s that?”
“It’s wind, sweetheart. The wind is moving the trees. And the sun is making a shadow with the trees. See? This is a shadow just like outside. And the wind is making the trees dance.”
She sat in thoughtful silence.
“Mumma, I wanna be in wind. I wanna dance in trees.”
“Sounds lovely, my dear. Just lovely.”
