Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Watching them watch the magic was the best. The sounds, the maze of track, the perfection of the balls rolling, bouncing, following their improbable path. It was mysterious and satisfying, both, and that's a delectable combination. Because in the end it all works.

It was not a particularly quiet day, our day at the Lincoln Children’s Museum. Actually, it was loud and sort of hectic, but still there was that cocoon of quiet. Wonder, I suppose, mixed with the desire to absorb it all. 

Something worth wrapping yourself in as often as possible.

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