“They like to feed now. Do you know why?” Ren turns to ask me. Before I can answer, he continues, “I think it’s because the branches have dew on them and so they like how juicy it is. That’s what I think.” It’s a question I have never even thought to ask, and it contains an insight into a weakness of mine: I tend to just accept what I see. Ren always looks closer, he always asks why. He has a gift for examining the wallpaper of life.
