Au Temps Perdu

illustration: Arthur Rackham

I am in Iowa City, where many years ago (many many) I was a graduate student in fiction in the famed Iowa Writers' Workshop. This image came to me yesterday and seems so apt: I imagine a stage, and on it walk dozens of Wendy Darlings in light blue gowns, walking back and forth, and each of them is holding a large shallow bowl full of water, and each is walking quickly yet also carefully because they don't want to spill the water because the water is their Potential.