“Over here, at the winda bed. Come and sit down.” I scooted some of the leaves over to make a seat for him. “What is all this?” His hands moved through the pile. I turned on the flashlight and shined it on the red leaf between his fingers. “It’s Dresden.” He looked at me and I looked at him, but we didn’t say anything for that long while. He slowly looked back at the leaf in his hand, twirling it gently by its stem. “Thank you, Fielding.” And so we were, on into the night, two boys sharing a light and building a way, one leaf at a time.
Simply beautiful
