And when we lie down in a field or on a couch, drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon, they think we are looking back at them, which makes them lift their oars and fall silent and wait like parents for us to close our eyes.
Mums apguļoties laukā vai uz dīvāna, iespējams, apreibuši no siltās pēcpusdienas sanoņas, viņi domā, ka raugāmies uz tiem, tad viņi paceļ airus un kļūst klusi un gluži kā vecāki nogaida, līdz mēs aizvērsim acis.