(Cody’s Sun--1975)
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Babenhausen West
The Author lived with his twin boys, to the
Right of this 1717
Walk by per near daily…
We had been
at the park in Babenhausen, West Germany, where we lived nearby, Cody was on
the swings, as was his twin brother Shawn, and I was swinging them both,
pushing the swings forward, as they few higher and higher.
There was a big bright ball in the sky
Cody kept looking at it—he was four-years old, Shawn paid little attention to
it. On the face of Cody, he was surely saying, “What does it mean?” So his
expression told me. He put his face upward as the swing went higher, to see if
it moved. It was as if two faces were
looking at one another; by George, it came right out of the clouds. Right from
the middle of the clouds; in time, as he got older he’d draw a picture of it
with his box of crayons, but not yet, not today, today was a day for its
discovery.
“It’s the sun,” I told him. It was a
mysterious thing for sure, with its flaming yellow.
As he got down from the swings, surely
his thoughts were: was it going to follow him? So his expressions inferred as
he turned towards me, not having the words per se, but the look, just that look
told me he needed more information on the subject. And as we walked home—towards
the Old Babenhausen Tower, built in
1717, he was confirmed it was following him, now the question was: when would
it stop following him, or us? Awe yes, such pondering thoughts, for a little
mind.
As we neared our apartment door, he had
come to the conclusion, it was big, real big this thing called the sun, that he
accidentally discovered from the swings. It even had a name, like he had, not
the same name, but a name nonetheless. Wherever he stood, walked, there it was
overhead.
It made him think how very small his
head was in comparison, he even looked a bit wearily and wonderingly at it, at
me.
“It’s not following us, Cody,” I said, “we’re
moving and soon it will disappear, and reappear tomorrow. It keeps us warm down
here on earth, nothing to fear, it won’t fall on top of us.”
He shivered and yawned, it was a long
day, and he was tired. He felt the warm glow of the sun as we opened the
outside door to our apartment. He yawned again, and headed up the staircase
right on to his bedroom with his brother behind him: the bedroom darkly lit;
soon all would be dark in sleeping.
#920 (6-14-2012)
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