a boy and his mama, through the eyes of his papa, on the eve of passage into eight months since.
tend'rest introduction, it was, and one of my earliest dreams for him. in my head, in my memory, these scenes spin on a film reel, set to the tune of moon river, playing out in honeyed light, two days ahead of autumn's rise. and can you believe it? our boy has been earthbound all four seasons now. i can believe it, and i cannot, and i can.