I see you playing… outside, without screens or toys, without any other clock but the sun. Without crowds or distractions or hurry; Just your brother, your imagination, and nature. And I think this must be all that I could hope for you, and all that I’ve ever really wanted for myself. Is this what joy and tranquility sound like? Space and breath and growing things? Something to savor and try to recreate, full of uncomplicated truth? Kind of like the day when social media went down?
