“Look mama – there are people in the trees!”
Her gaze followed her son’s chubby finger. Through the trees she could see the path of the local park, slightly higher than they were, that indeed made it look like the people and their dogs were walking on the branches.
She prepared herself to talk to him about perspective, to explain to him about the undulations of the landscape.
But then she looked into his eyes, and decided to let him hold onto the magic a little longer.
“Wow! And their dogs are there too!”
He beamed sun rays up at her.
Leave a Reply