Tom Stephenson had a nice post which brought back memories. I did not discover the Wind in the Willows until I was long past childhood, but I loved them, just as I loved Winnie the Pooh, and Anne of Avonlea and the Laura Ingalls Wilder series (which I did discover as a child).
It is meant to be a book for children, but the post about Pan was very evocative and put me to remembering all the times that I have stood in awe of something much larger and more primal than myself. Probably everyone has has those moments. I hope so, because those are the small moments that make life worth living.
I had an experience yesterday that was kind of like that. Sort of, but not quite the same.
It had nothing to do with Pan, but it had a lot to do with pants. I'm getting ready to leave and it just so happened that I found myself in need of a pair of jeans, nice ones that could be matched up with a dressy shirt in case we go someplace nice, or worn with a teeshirt for just slobbing around like I do. Since I've been losing weight, I have noticed that my jeans are getting baggy in the behind.
I hied myself off to the thrift store. I always look there first before buying new, and I have pretty good luck, and once again, my luck was holding out. I immediately found a pair of jeans that actually looked unworn.
They were my size.
They were ankle pants.
They were NOT low rise.
I brought them home and I tried them on and lo, they fit. Perfectly. There was no pinching. They fit smoothly, and the waist rode at my waist. They were not too long. They might have been made for me. I looked in the mirror, and it was such a perfect moment that it took my breath away. I do believe that I heard Pan. Perhaps it was the singing of angels. I don't know, but what a hallelujah moment!
I am home for work and the thunder is rumbling. I have my windows thrown open to better hear it. I do love thunderstorms. Almost as much as finding perfect pants.