Saturday, February 11, 2006
In his own world
I just love watching him play. He was so absorbed in his game that he had no idea I was even there.
As I watched him in rapt silence, I caught a fleeting glimpse of myself in grainy, washed-out pictures from a generation earlier. Playing in the sand. By myself. Unaware of the world around me.
To say I suddenly felt very connected to this smaller version of me would be an apt description of what was going through my mind at that moment.
It was a great day for us both - for very different, yet related, reasons.
A similar image/entry can be found here.