I had a dream we were living in the country.
Problems with traffic, neighbors and strangers were distant worries.
The sun was shining and a gentle Autumn breeze rustled the dry leaves.
He was joyfully pushing a silent lawn mower around the yard.
His face intent on his chosen chore. His legs showing the effort of his activity.
I long for the day this dream can be a reality for more than a couple weeks at Nana's.
I hope it happens while this boy is still small and easily caught up in the simple wonders of country life.
Gimme forty acres to turn this boy around.