Phoebe and I are taking a walk through Central Park on a beautiful spring day. The park is full of families, joggers, bikers, and boarders – everyone enjoying the invigorating sun. Looking up at a dazzling cluster of colorful dancing kites and enjoying the lightness of it all makes Phoebe and me giggle.
Under a towering maple tree there are some little girls playing a hand clapping game,
It makes me happy to see that these games of my childhood continue to bring pleasure and are being passed on.
Looking high up into the tree Phoebe notices three bird’s nests. She climbs up, gently gathers them, places them atop her head, and comes back down wearing an elaborate, and stunning, maple leaf and bird’s nest headpiece.
She hands the nests to me saying that my grandmother intends them for me, that I will use them for all that I am incubating.