Childhood never ceases to marvel me with its simple, blissful moments. The integrity… the innocence…
He smiled thoughtfully as he divided another morsel to be tossed. “Do you think they love us? Do you think they love us for it?” he turned his blue-grey eyes to me.
“Yes. They do.”
Two children laughed and fed the birds on a dock that day. Two children lost in the magical place they had made by the bay, where the crabs had names, and the gulls thanked and loved them for their generosity.
Something so rare in his generation…
In a time where innocence is shameful and sin is the law…
