Echoes

After our walk we returned to the house. We were chilled now, and needed to warm up. So the fire was started, chairs rearranged, and together we sat at the window, hot cups of mulled cider in hand, to watch the snow fall.

After a while, Dee joined us, accompanied, I noted, by a little pink KerDoodle in a red, spotted dress.

“All done?” I asked.

“Yup. They’re all bedded down and ready for the night.”

We sat in satisfied silence, then, just watching the snow accumulate on the lawns. First the grass turned white, then it disappeared. Then the lower shrubs bent and dipped before morphing into great big globes of snow. It was an amazing thing to watch. But even more amazing was what we saw next.

“What’s that?” said Dee, pointing outside.

We watched in awe as four KerDoodles made their way in tandem left-to-right across our view, treading determinedly through the steadily-deepening snow. I looked at Clive.

“I’m no expert,” he said, “but I think it’s an echo of KerDoodles past.”

“Ghosts?” said Dee.

“I suppose you could call them that,” Clive replied. “Did you notice you can see through them?”

“Hey, you’re right!” I hollered. “Dee! You can see right through them!”

“I know! I see! I see!”

That’s when I looked at her.

“You do?”

She smiled. “Yes, I do. I think you’ve woken it up in me. It’s amazing! I never saw them before, but now that I’m looking, I’m seeing.”

We clinked glasses.

“Well, there’s a lesson in that, for life,” I said.

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