When Laura got up that morning, she found her three-year-old granddaughter on a chair in the dining area, peering anxiously toward the lake through the window blinds.
“It’s all white!” Amy said.
Laura looked out. “That’s fog,” she said. “It’ll lift in a little while, when the sun comes out.”
Amy frowned, puzzled. “Fog?”
“Water vapor evaporating off the lake.” Laura yawned and filled the coffee pot with water.
Amy began to cry. “The lake will all go away,” she wailed.
Laura put the pot on the counter and went back to the window. “The lake is still there,” she said, hugging the child. “It’s just hiding, is all.”
Amy’s tears stopped instantly. “Like hide and seek?”
“Like hide and seek,” Laura agreed. “It’s playing with the sunshine. The sun will find it for you.”
Amy giggled and peered out the window again.
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson