11 September 2018

a pitter-pat of rain, a walk on the first day it felt like fall.

from the perch of his pram, francis observes raindrops and reaches to touch them and turns his head at the sound of their fall. i see him seeing them, and i see the intention, pureness, beauty, fingerprints, face of god. i see him in him.

1 comment:

  1. Pure magic. (i feel like i'm always commenting on your posts about something magical? well, they are. and he is.)