Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Ode to my Ski

My water ski is beckoning me.
One of the saddest days in the year is the day that the boat goes into winter storage. It is painful to take all the toys to the basement, knowing that I won’t see them for a while. But I can’t bear to part with my water ski. Instead of taking it to the basement with the rest of the toys, I clean it of the watermarks of summer, place it in it’s case, carry it up to my room and place it behind my door—where it is easily seen from all angles of my room when the door is closed. The first thing that I see in the morning, as I reach for my alarm, is my water ski. It is one of the last things I see before I fall asleep. Often, as I lie on my bed and stare at my ski, I update it on the weather. “Soon,” I tell my water ski now.

And we both escape to our happy place . . .
where the air is hot and dry and where the glass was made to be shattered.

2 comments:

Bethany said...

So well written, Kenzie! It's almost time. I can ALMOST feel the sunshine!

Tami said...

You are a sad, sad child!! Beatifully written, but visualize me rolling my eyes and shaking my head!