She taught me how to fold paper boats. We'd sit cross legged for hours on the scratchy carpet until our thighs were imprinted and we couldn't feel our feet anymore. She was fast, experienced. Her soft hands were nimble and could produce crisp boats at breakneck speed. I was clumsy, unsure. My clammy hands were like little raccoon paws folding and refolding, while watching her intently, trying to follow along. We'd lose all notion of time and space. I'd finally lift my head to discover that we were surrounded by a fragile armada of all different sizes. I'd proceed to drown in undistilled joy.
photo by yours truly
boat making skills courtesy of mom
quote from one of my favorite books
recycled CDG wrapping paper, old show flyers, typewriter