I have been reading the wonderful Fagles translation of the Odyssey.  There is a beautiful line that repeats again and again, somewhat in the role of “meanwhile, back at the ranch,” that speaks of Dawn, with her rose-red fingers.  The arrangement of my daily schedule usually prevents me from from seeing dawn, and the sunrise.  This morning, however, I walked Beanie to school and then continued on to work.  When we left the house, the sky was the most brilliant rosy-red, and I had some sense of what Homer must have been seeing when he wrote of Dawn with her rosy-red fingers.  Feeling very happy, and wanting to share, I explained to Beanie about Dawn, and her rosy fingers pulling back the curtain of night.  Beanie’s response?  “The sky is pink.”  Maybe someday.

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