Childhood in another place

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  • We are snowed in, here in Canada. My sibling, 13 years of age, says he hates the snow. Says it’s polluted with chemicals (seems he took the school lesson on pollution to heart).
  • A friend 33 years of age asks if the kids played outside in the snow. Says that was a favorite thing to do and it was exhilarating to throw balls of snow at each other.
  •  I look out of the window at the snow that’s falling and play guitar for four hours straight. At 23, I am regaining the ‘child’ in me.
  • The children at home don’t look outside. The blinds are closed and the backs are turned. They do their homework for most of the day.
  • The photos are of their cousins in Sri Lanka. They run, smile, and throw sticks at nothingness. There might be some pollution in the paddy fields.

I don’t know what’s the point of this blog post. Except, maybe; If I ever have a kid myself, I would like them to have access to the natural world. I will take them out, show them that screens aren’t the only places to find play.

Dendrites

Tree branches make me think of dendrites; “short branched extensions of a nerve cell, along which impulses received from other cells at synapses are transmitted to the cell body.” Of course I have not seen actual dendrites, I only have seen tree branches.

A photo from earlier this year when trees still had leaves:

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I did something brave today. *Pat on the head for self* A dream came back to me.

Goodnight folks.