Looking out into the distance.
“Dad that’s a top View. Unbeatable.”
It is. Completely fogged out. Can’t see more than 5 yards in front of us. See kids with Aspergers can do irony.
“The garden could be beautifully cut and looking like a football pitch before a major cup final. Wonderfully straight stripes.”
Now he is in full irony mode. It’s more like a cow field at present.
Since we don’t have a view to look at we have license to make our own one up. I’m seeing Whitby Habour on a stormy day.
“Dad I’m seeing one image. Do you remember that day when I stood on top of the world. I loved that.”
I so do. He was about 5 and we ventured onto his first mountain. A beautiful Swiss one. Glorious blue skies. Fresh alpine air. Surrounded by dream like peaks. The two of us having a crazy snowball fight. My partner and her mum happily sat in the mountain top restaurant having hot chocolate.
A beautiful moment.
This can be such a wonderful life if we only just give it a chance.