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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Reflecting

Husby and I are on a holiday on beautiful Vancouver Island.
Our son lives here and as often as we can, we come out to visit.
To—ummm—see our son.
Not to walk the beaches and watch the ever-changing ocean or hike the endless woodland trails and visit the centuries-old trees.
Or take a boat and deep sea fish.
Or gorge on freshly-caught cod and hand-made fries at our favourite restaurant.
Which incidentally makes the best coconut-cream pie I’ve ever tasted.
Just FYI.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. Island. Holiday.
Husby.
Last night, we were returning with our son from a day of rambles.
Our car was following the twisting, turning road into Courtenay.
A last long curve.
A curve marked by a line of reflective poles.
That lit up brightly as our car lights caught them.
One. Then the next. Then the next.
Each going dark as we passed them.
Watching them, I remembered something . . .
I was four and travelling with my family.
Nose pressed against the glass because I had been looking at a book but it had grown too dark to see anything.
Oh, and also because seat belts hadn’t been invented yet.
Every so often, we would pass by some small posts that lit up as we approached.
It was magical.
First one.
Then another.
I stared at them long and hard.
How did they do that?
How did they know to light up just as we were passing?
I thought about it.
Then finally figured it out.
Somewhere inside, there were little people who waited until we approached.
Then lit them just for us.
It was very kind of them.
And I was sure to thank each one.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Mom looked at me. “Who are you thanking?”
I pointed. “The little pole people.”
“Oh.”
She didn’t ask.
She was used to me.

8 comments:

  1. Great post! Love hearing about the present day plus a memory!

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    1. Thanks, Julia! I Tend to live in both places...

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  2. You see...and the little pole people remembered how polite you were and they lit up the poles for you again. Memories like elephants those pole people.

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  3. I just love that you expressed your thanks to them! No matter if they were real or not, you thought they were, and you were kind and polite to them.

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    1. Yeah. Mom was a stickler on being polite...

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  4. Little pole people! It's amazing what four year old minds come up with :)
    my brother has trouble with those reflective poles, also with sunshine flickering through trees, either can trigger an epileptic fit, so he was always careful not to drive at night, but I think he controls it better now with regular medication.

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    1. Amazing that such an innocent thing can be so detrimental! Glad he can control it. What a challenge!

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