Pointless Man

Shortly after breakfast this morning, Nathan turned to me and declared, "Dadda, I'm hungry, and I don't want fruit." We have apples, cherries, raspberries, and blueberries at hand. "If you say you're hungry, but you won't eat fruit you like, you aren't hungry," I informed him. "We've had this conversation before." "But not today," he replied.

Today, the clouds left the sky feeling open, but blocked enough sun for me to take off my hat and glasses. It was such a wonderful, temperate afternoon, I turned my lunchtime stroll into a jog. Running toward the breeze, it rushed past my ears, making it sound like this lumbering man was moving at speed. I always liked that auditory illusion; it clears the mind.