I know I shouldn't, but how can I not, given how life unfolds daily among us?
I wonder what this world will be like when Gabriel is my age.
Will it be as enchanting? Peaceful? Sacred? Full of life?
If he becomes a grandparent,
Will his grandchildren's hands be stained blue from blackberries they collected on the untamed bramble?
Will they follow dragonflies admiring their dance alongside the reeds?
Will they grab a fallen tree branch and use it to explore a creek until dinnertime?
Will they have nature as their playground?
Will the sunshine rosy their cheeks?
(Thank you for your lovely notes about Yann's photo of me. But please do not hold your breath for another one of his photos. It could be another ten years from now.)
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