The Ghost of M. Curie

The ghost of scientist Madam Curie happened by. I said I knew who she was without an introduction.

The ghost of Curie was delighted and did a pantomime waltz.

When she finished, we sat in silence. An hour went by. I found that I was no longer thinking of her as a famous ghost. She was just another someone. Me too.

That was rare. It’s the same feeling I get about the trees after I’ve been in the woods for a while.