You’ve been walking quite a bit these days. You like walking; it calms you. You like to look at the birds, the sky. You open your mouth to take in the wind.
Puddles are too good to pass by without engagement. You usually hold my hand. We talk about what we see. You repeat. You look, you smile, you laugh.
Sometimes you point. But this day you let go of my hand. Unafraid and free. You needed to move at your pace, faster than me.
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