Highlighting the boy

I strapped my son on my back on Sunday and we went for a walk. The day was classic November, gray and short. The air was crisp and had a hint of the frost that still lingered in the shade. The grass in the meadows shown mostly tan with an occasional yellow highlight flickering in an errant ray of sun.

My son talked of pine and birch and waterfalls, and on the drive home he simply said "I had a really nice time today" in his little three year old voice.

There is beauty and love in this world.