It’s that time of year again, when the earth tilts just enough so the sun shines so perfectly into our little window in the attic. I noticed it first, but then Chuck noticed it a couple days later. She ran up the stairs following the path of light to the bed, where she knew a single jump would send dust stars into the air. She practiced all her old tricks and introduced a few new ones. The blankets and pillows were arranged into landscapes and seascapes and I heard her jabbering a whole narrative about the scene. I find myself more and more wishing to get a glimpse inside the world in which Chuck lives. Winnie watched Chuck perform jumps with zero interest in trying it out for herself. Roland seemed a little concerned. I just sat there noticing how much bigger Chuck’s body looks in the window compared to this time last year.
All Mountains and Molehills 