When you think of the future ...

Jewels of Light and Quiet

We're heading north with an hour of driving to go. I glance at my watch whose dial records the date, I glance at my daughter whose face records the light. The moment is good. I turn to her suddenly.

``When you think of the future,'' I ask, ``Is it like looking forward or is it like looking up?''


``Daddy,'' she smiles slowly out of the past, ``We're heading north with south behind us, right? The future, then, is in the northeast.''

Another silence.

``Perhaps a little more ... north-northeast,'' she adds.

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