27The Ones Made of Air

Here are the last two travelers before the gates, and they are barely here at all. A mother and her calf, woven out of powder-coated steel — you can see the grass through their ribs, the trees through their heads, and the sky through both of them at once. Friendly ghosts of the savanna. The calf is forever hurrying along a half-step behind its mama and never quite catching up, which may be the truest thing anyone has ever sculpted about a calf. When the light goes low the wire disappears and only the outline is left, and for a moment there are two elephants standing on the lawn made out of nothing but their own edges.