conversations with Nathan
Yesterday… me: “What are you thinking about?’
Nathan: “I’m not thinking about anything.”
Me: “I’m thinking about spaceships.” (We’re still enjoying the Martians.)
Nathan: “No you’re not. You’re thinking about French horns and trumpets and tubas and bass guitars and pianos and, and drums, and violins!”
Today (as we walked across an icy parking lot and felt the wind blow): “When it’s cold in the winter I like to think of the sun and the beach.”
In non-cute news, I’ll be in San Antonio on Thursday talking about poetry and stuff. I’ll try to bring back the sun, though I don’t think I can do anything about a beach.