It’s amazing to me that a boy can give a flower this tiny as a gift. He is moving with force in every direction at once but he can see this little flower growing in deep shadow between the slabs of concrete where he does his acrobatics. He stops to pick it for me, to wear in my hair, from beast to boy and back again as he romps off to climb something he oughtn’t. I’m in love.
Little Beast, Little Boy
