This is for Carson, the child I would catch staring into nothingness or staring at his watch when, well, we all know what he should have been doing.
“What ARE you doing, my dear child?” [I added the dear child part today. Time has a way of softening our memories.]
He held up a hand as if to say, What I’m doing is of extreme importance; whatever you want can wait.
And then he’d blow a gust of air out that he’d been holding.
It was just 11:11:11 on 11-11.
A Sacred Moment.
Today is February 4, 2008, written in America as 02-04-08.
Another way of saying today’s date is two, two squared, two cubed.
It’s the little delights of life, folks, that keep us happy.