Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
short tales
the other morning while Dada was having a little lay down in front of the warm fire after a busy and long day previous little man Autumn was talking with him and playing with his face (as children do).
'You got stripes.' He says, running his fingers across Dada's forehead.
Us big people call them wrinkles or creases. Oh, to see the world through the eyes of a child.
(...perhaps we are not aging...but changing, into creatures; caterpillers, tigers, zebras, fish anything apropriately stripey or otherwise patterned...maybe...)
Oh I would love to be a zebra when I grow up! Perhaps they do see us as striped people in stead of 'old' people!
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