After a month she’d remembered my name and when she walked over I didn’t hesitate to get on my hands and knees.
The world we’d gone to took me out of my thoughts and into the lens of fascination where presence became defined by what we could see and touch. It was her world and I a visitor of temporary proportion wondering if she or I could ride the dog off into the sunset.
It was only ten minutes before those thoughts interrupted. Who taught us to come level with the eyes of a child and when did the mind dignify the eyes release?