Friday, November 11, 2011
The softness of November
Conversation between tiny boy and his mother in a gift shop. They are looking at Christmas decorations piled up in baskets and boxes, and the boy removes his mitten, closes his hand around a shiny bauble and shudders: "Soft!"
The mother arches her eyebrows. "That's not soft, is it, sweetie?"
"Soft inside, Mommy," the boy replies. "I'm soft inside the heart."
Me too, little boy.