"What is that stuff under the lights?" asked the punk as we drove through the blizzard. He was looking at the streetlights over the freeway.
I answered, "It's snow!"
Incredulous, he responded, "Snow is falling from the lights?"
As I explained that it's snowing everywhere, but that we can only see it under the lights, I thought how beautiful and magical the world must be through the eyes of a three year-old.
Thank you, punk, for inviting me into your world.