We were driving down Centre Street in West Roxbury this afternoon, headed toward Dedham, when I looked up and saw one of those optical illusions that make you think you live in Colorado - low-lying clouds that looked like a mountain range. "Hey, look at that," I said to Greta, "Don't those clouds look like mountains?"
Of course, being six, she hasn't learned yet to meekly accept adult pronouncements (and here's hoping she never does): "How do you know they're NOT mountains?" Um, because I just know there aren't any mountains in Dedham, I told her, but somehow, that just didn't seem like the right answer - there SHOULD be mountains there!
