The boy doesn’t notice the waif-like girl behind him. She is caught up in a moment of awe, a feeling she doesn’t understand, like the rapt attention she recalls at watching the naked baby birds in nests in trees, their gaping hungry beaks being fed.
That shared holy moment of giving and taking.
She is caught up in the miracle of what happens between people and birds, that life affirming connection between beings. She doesn’t even know the boy who elicits that response newly in her adolescent body.
Emma follows him into the warmth of the building.
That shared holy moment of giving and taking.
She is caught up in the miracle of what happens between people and birds, that life affirming connection between beings. She doesn’t even know the boy who elicits that response newly in her adolescent body.
Emma follows him into the warmth of the building.
