Kids

Place: Toronto

Time: Sometime in later February

I love kids. Today I've been noticing how they respond to a different type of impulse than adults. A toddler just burst into running, almost without thought, not to get anywhere...just enjoying the movement, she stops spontaneously a few seconds later, and look around with wonder. Each moment is separate, not linked up in a chain. A brown-eyed boy catches my eyes, and notices that my attention is more present than what he usually sees, but he doesn't look away from a lack of comfort like adults do, there is no reason for him to be uncomfortable, he hasn't learned about judgement yet. He stares straight, and pure. Something about this moment, like two mirrors facing each other. Something small, deep within me flutters...the honor of this moment. It makes it's way up to the edges of my lips in the form of a slight smile.