Do you remember that Pearl Jam song?
I may as well play it on loud speaker for J sometimes.
If he has found the back door key he is sneaking off into the garden. Rain or shine that boy is desperate to be out there.
Lately as the season has been turning into autumn, and the sky has been showering us with rain, both light and heavy, J has been trying to perfect his rain dance moves.
I caught him out there after school. I was alerted to the fact that there were J shaped wet footprints patterning the floor in the hallway and felt the cold draught flowing through the house (as he leaves the door open).
He was side to side jigging, laughing with his head thrown back and stomping across the little puddles and rivers forming on the patio.
J has a special way he enjoys the rain however. And that is to remove his socks, rolls his trousers up, and occasionaly take his top off. In the past he would streak to the wind and gaily run amok for all to see. As he has no modesty whatsoever I can presume that the non removal of the trousers is more to do with him not wanting to get too cold, rather than not wanting next door to see his expression of freedom.
He is a very nature orientated boy and always has been. On walks in the forest he stands and hugs trees and sits under them looking very serene and angelic, almost as if he is in tune and harmony with them. We can walk for miles, with him always five paces behind, as if to play the part of a stroppy teenager, but really for the fact he is absorbing his surroundings and gaining extreme pleasure from the freedom of outdoors, the quieter sounds of humans and machines, and the non pressuring nature which does not ask him questions, stare at him, encroach on his space and allows him the time to amble along with no rush.
Everywhere else has the hubbub of cars, planes, trains, lorries, people, televisions, radios, computers and electrical equipment that buzzes, crackles and flickers. I love the forest as much as he does, but sadly with the winter rapidly approaching we cannot gain as much from being blown to and fro, heads bowed to the driving rain and bones chattering from the cold!
