Impressive Words


"On a snowy afternoon in January I chased a ping-pong ball into the light-striped

darkness  under the cellar stairs. Long spiderwebs like delicate rigging had grown in

the dark space, stretching from the rims of barrels the undersides of the steps. My

old carpet lay on the crumbly floor between the trunk and a wooden barrel. "I've got

 it!" I cried, seizing the white ball with its sticky little clump of spiderweb, rubbing

 it clean with my thumb, bending low as I ducked back into the yellow light of the

cellar. The sheen on the dark green table made it look silky. Through a high window I

could see the snow slanting down, falling steadily, piling up against the glass."



                                                      -Steven Millhauser, FLYING CARPETS



☆Beautiful last scene, and it reminds me of my childhood.